Look past those twin watchmen
And not be fooled by the smiles
Beautifully carved like mannequins.
If it’s true, how do I know?
As they lie, their faces still glow.
I try to read their smile
And know what’s in their heart.
But I always get it wrong.
But now I know, I will never know
Neither should I bother
Just as man’s last sleep is eternal.
So is the depth of his soul.
The mind of a man is a deep well
What’s inside, you never can tell.
Written by: Kehinde Fatai
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
I am a member of the WRR editorial team.