Open your curtains and see them
The lonely crowd that trades shames
In the market of dusk
And walk in thousands on deserted lanes
They’re drenched beneath weeping clouds
And shiver in their rugged rags
The lonely crowd;
The friends to the silence of our streets
Who hold conferences under fallen bridges
Lying in dust to rest their bones
And satisfy their eyes with phantoms’ horror
Who parade their dreams
With the footprints of nightmare
The world moves forward,
And they follow her shadow
When it’s dawn, they move on with their days
Begging for alms in the market place
He who pours water before him
They say, will walk upon cold earth
So I beseech your conscience
Give to them your best
Written by: James T. Abel Adesitimi
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
