Inevitable Rainfall

Weak and tired a dead in grave, what an effort made for brave? Work and work as though a slave, all disturbed the fruits shall survive, eyes closed and soon will arrive; to another world, from the one all started to one shall return, the world of dark the home for all, short a notice the world of dark, children the women crying aloud, those with heart they cry in it, sellected caps all shall go, for another heads, the inevitable rainfall will wash all away, may you wash me good and clean.

by Garba Ado Ibrahim

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