Poetic-Verses
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Let me find my foot in Lagos,
If this be the nagging semblem13.
Ragging fumes and nagging tempests;
Sit ye still, for this is Lagos.
Loss of children stop, I beg us,
Loss of wives to foreign alters;
Talk to me the morning magic,
Let me think, for this is Lagos.
Choose the dew, and light the planet,
Sit on it and rule the godrun14.
Must I speak, still? Still, of Lagos?
Let me now but master Lagos.
Rules of naughty, nightly temples;
Taking toll, tell too of rituals;
Sit to count your mortal losses;
It may chance, for this is Lagos.
13 From “Symbolic emblem”; serious issue; that which is so often spoken of.
14 That which can be run by God only. Of Lagos, being such.
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