Box of Imagination
Toll and tall with the moth and
Mouth of blinkards some sprang
Up to sweat
By cough and tough means of work
Many blink their eyes
Screams of joy is the scream of victory
As laughter in sadness is the scream
Of tight wounds only to tell us
That life is pay now eat tomorrow
Eat now pay tomorrow
The pit you dig for others may be
The pit to sink you pink
Copyright © Okonkwo Ifeanyichukwu | Year Posted 2019
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