The night appear like an incubus,
bading the world to rest for the day.
helplessly they yield to luring dreams
of pleasure, pressure and torture.

Last week's night theyhad hoped,
for a better tommorrow in the morrow.
Yet to exist they still believe
that tommorrow is a viable solution.

The cock has crow somewhere,
and dew descended like harmattan.
"Welcome tommorrow they echoe"
but nothing good come of out of it.

Tommorrow is a lasting torture
increasing anxieties and curiousities.
The olds are approaching their graves
yet tommorrow never reward them.

Bones are crying in the coffins,
"When will tommorrow enrich us".
Babies, teenagers and adolescent,
all are waiting for the dumb tommorrow .

 
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