​A Poem by Owolawi Miracle Ayooluwa

He tugged at my arm, I looked at him. 
He was unruly and dirty, I smirked in hatred,
Pulled my arm away from him, 
I was in a rush, I was well dressed, 
With no time to spare the begging brat. 
I crossed the road, jumping in time away from an over speeding car, 
And then I heard a loud bang, 
A sound that will forever torment me. 
I turned, only to see the road splattered with a hue of red. 
Then it all dawned on me, he did not need my money,  
He only needed me to cross the busy road which I failed at. 
Too late, he is gone. 
Here is the innocent driver being arrested, 
I looked at myself, the guilty one. 
A murderer dressed in suit.   

Owolawi Miracle is a Nigerian writer, currently studying Human Nutrition and Dietetics in University of Ibadan. Ibadan
His passion for humanity and a better world is reflected in his writings.