Ghost City Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Ghost city

When the light is off and is over
That is what defines loneliness well
If you get up to the ghost city
There you know this world behind
Is a noisy station on a crowded radio
If you are down here in the ghost city
Open the window and see through
Up here they've got two suns
And likewise the moon at nighttime
No banks, they spends no cash
No vehicles, running over their roads
If you go climbing to heaven
There you know they aren't there
This is the place where the dead stays
The ones with good deeds,
Looks radiant and well-fed
While they look suffered and stinky,
The wicked and who lived chasing golds
Countless children playing all about
One chasing his brother with firestick in his hand
Oh, It's scary and strange,
I just woke up, I'm just sailing out back.