In rat race we jostle
Competing not complementing
Envy and jealousy balkanize us
And every sane man goes bananas
Vanity, says the preacher
We stumble and fumble
Through faceless crowd we jostle
Many gored oxen left behind in grumble
Only to get to the front and tumble
In a free fall, to a state most humble
Abiodun Soretire
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About Ijagun Poetry Journal
Ijagun Poetry Journal is a quarterly journal that provides a platform from which we can tell our own stories in the authenticity of their multiplicity through the poetic medium. We don’t want to hear these stories from our master “griots” alone; we want to hear from those mastering their art, too. Hence, we aim at publishing new and emerging poets. We also welcome the works of established poets in order to encourage the poetic genius of those mastering poetic art. We prize original works that conform to, break or reinvent conventions. Again, we accept reviews and critical essays on poetry. We also accept powerful art works and photographs that make us appreciate the "poetry" in everything.