When things begin to fall apart
They filed en-masse with candle-sticks
To murder sleep that murders freaks
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I too followed the jacking spree
For sudden fear that I may spill
Another wasted year to be
A laughing stock for all to see
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Considering this and many more
I chose the route travelled afore
By sandals fitting legs like crowns
On monarchies ruling our towns
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But then I thought aloud a while
If all these things are worth the miles
Of sleepless nights that stole my days
That precious part of youthful days
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As time went by I carved a niche
To hide my fears at least an inch
From what must be even if I try
To cage the minute hand of time
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Alas! With joy our lips were bound
To taste the honey sweat has found
And now we’ve got no cares to keep
When others slept, we murdered sleep
Written by: Iyeomoan Emmanuel Ehizogie
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