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Dreaming Awake [Dreaming Awake]

That man is dreaming while awake
A few steps away from the lake
He stumbles on like a blind beggar
Crossing the highway with a swagger

His seeds are weeping in the slum
His wife is hawking rotten plums
But the fool is here, breast milking
Dulled brain, of home, not thinking

Don’t caution him, let him roam
He is the stranger in Rome
Let bottles be his friends
Until his garb, poverty rends…

Written by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

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