City Without Sleep

CITY WITHOUT SLEEP. Please call the judge who sits In this court, Cultivating vanities job in Presence of broken doors. This village knows the alternative To lost, I can't sight any aged cloth Wearing a clock, Time doesn't even stop Everyone lives till HE comes. My clock talks, The reason why I wake up. Seasons without breakup despite Congregation of wasted love. Love is the reason time evolves, Trust is like dust, needs No support to run and penetrate Into the Sun. This wall just turned crumbs, As the hungary rock begs for His turn to rotate and never pause. The village is filled with wasted pots, Father's curse reflects on my job, Here we are created never to fall No matter how tall your age has Gone. So joy is getting short as Some are born None is ever mourned. Value should be given to loss Then the train would come To drop more for Us. HABIB AKEWUSOLA.