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Liven Up the Dead
Men grunting
Mothers sighing
All wailing
for the willing soul
With a lamenting pitch
As he renders
a resounding call
With a rising Crescendo
Prising into every heart
Wriggling while thrusting away
from this wanton emptiness
Seeking relief amidst his mortal folks
Hailing his willingness to abide
As they rove around
Daring fate to his face.
Copyright ©
Olakunle Campbell
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