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Sleeping On Duty
Shut eyelids in duty-filled rooms
Instant graveyards make of busy offices:
A longing for robots to take over the brooms
Or complete the suspended notices!
Eyes are closed by wage-earners,
In their old jobs seeming accursed learners:
What, if their superiors’ sneaking visits happen?
Nearly all confidential files riskily open!
The secretaries’ bulging documents are sorting themselves out
And the bursting queues outside can’t repress a shout
Soon, angrily punching the air
Because the whole after is unfair
But only disfiguring the wind, not their problems
Staring back at the Christians and not sparing the Moslems.
They are all in there eyes courting deceiving dreams
And three or four waiters are about to beget a frightening crowd.
The sleepers’ snores betraying Satan’s hymns,
Gradually authority acquiring, progressively loud.
Sleeping on duty is detected,
When silence still answers the affected
Long after the bell for attention has been pressed
For the taker of neglectful rest.
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Chinedum Ekwobi
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