Ramadan Poem | Day 3: Moderate The Fast-Things by Zulikha Idris Babalola
The scars of the sores when we fall in love
The clash of the rides when we get on the fast tracks
The vigor we thought of the liquor and then the bad picture
The flings as we hit and then the big bills
The fame we claim as we tame the game – I blamed it on
cheating – He said “babe, it’s just winnings”
cheating – He said “babe, it’s just winnings”
The feel of joy as we fill the toys – with strength we
thought was ours yet lot’s left uncovered
thought was ours yet lot’s left uncovered
Cloaked in sheaths… As nice as bull shit
Man to man appears like showdown of strenght
Alas! It’s actually that of sex to sex
All hail world’s fast things
Oh! Hey! We’re fasting.
©Zulikha Idris Babalola