The street... our territory!

We patronize the street
Running up and down; the street’s errand
Workers of the street
Making lively mood our land 
 

We enrich the street

With melodious noise that set at noon

We roil the street

With bits and bobs that bury at noon

Loonies crowing lunacy

Haves pleading for penny

Mortals congesting the market

Wondering lovers at vespers

Unwaged roaming the street

Toddlers vending sands to the street

Aged under iroko viewing the street

We total the street!

We are voice of the street

Determinant of the street’s will

We are voice of the street

Singing hymns of war for the street’s right

We own the street

There we bury our dead

We prolong the street

There we name our young

We are architect of the street

God made us: we made the street

We are guest of the street

Leaving naked at night the street

We are of the street!

We are the street!

Poem by: OLA OGUN