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.
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