... and the boy died.

“Buy your pure water!”

He shouts.

Going up, then down the road.

“Hey! Give me one”

She called.

He runs to her,

“Thank you ma” he says.

“You get change?

I want two water”,

Another calls,

But from across.

He’s eager,

He looks right,

Then left, and right again

While he focuses ahead.

He dashed,

But not to sell,

To his untimely death.

The car never stopped.

Screams and shouts,

Sighs and grunts,

Heralded his passing

From here to beyond.

The ground trembled beneath his father

While the sky crumbled above his mother,

With a sibling loudly silent,

Their world shattered.

Mother wailed noisily

But father, he was deep in thought,

Of a priceless loss,

Not exactly of a child

But of a cause.

His mates were just returning from school

While he returns to his creator.

I weep for humanity,

He was barely ten you see,

And the boy died.

©NobleHeart (Mar’yam Thawbaan)

Poem inspired by a true life story, happened just the other day, around noon at Oyingbo express road, Lagos state Nigeria. May his soul rest in peace.


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