FOR THE DUSK HAS COME
There comes a truly thrilling time
When sweats begin to dry
And veins begin to set like the sun
Making the builder to cage his tools
For the dusk has come
The twilight is nigh
And the well reflects no face
Hence the fetcher gets to blind to pull
Now he too must fold his tools
For the dusk has come
What about the beastly politician
Who's looted ad emaciated the treasury
Making poverty the lingua franca
Now he has to right his wrongs
For the dusk has come
iya afusa sells soup so skillfully
And attracts all available auctioneers
Making profit and high as the Everest
But now she has to dry her soup
For the dusk has come
And what about the ever pressurized student
Whose life's a hustle for grade and aid
Burning candles till they wax no more
Now he too must bag his books
For the dusk has come
But the dusk only lasts for a while
Yet it gives each the rest they refuse
Till come the cool cock's crow
Unbagging the books and uncaging the tools
For the dawn has come
S.Ibironke
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