The archive The poor souls Poem by Aishatu Umar Wali · 1992 I saw them,On the bumpy, battered, brokenroads,That ghastly, ghostly, gloomy way,With its cracked, curvy, crookedbends,Which send you tumbling to theother world. I saw them,Compacted,In a rickety, rackety, rowdy van,That silly, smelly, stinking cell,Which hoped and danced and made,Some noisy sound,And sang a thousand […]