People gathered before the broken door of the little store
There was a theft last night
And all the poor woman depended on is gone
She stood blank and empty of life
Her kids are small and hungry
Her husband is lost to the city girls
Her rent has long expired
Now are shop has been looted too
Her only hope smashed
Her world is crumbling
A serious looking policeman
Investigates the crime scene
Everyone hailed his dogged commitment
But who will belief
That this same sergeant is the thief that came last night
That the station they went to report the case
Is the hideout of notorious hoodlums
That some demons are disguised angels
That the man they all run to in times of trouble
Is the trouble they are all running from
Who will belief if this truth is revealed
Who?
© Olatuja Oloyede
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