When we were young,
We were tired of playing cards
Stifling our time and running errands.
We were tired of throwing stones
And waiting for unmelodious tones
Riddling in the sands of time.
We were tired of tablets broken
As we stood looking at the unwilling sky, frozen
Albeit we should have stayed away.
Fried by the heat of the punishing sun
Away into stones our hearts begun
We had solicited even in silence.
With our numb hearts
Yet flies though knew ours
Silenced in eternal hours.
POET: Babatunde Modupe.
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