TIME BEING WASTED By. Ganiyu Mohi Adedare
TIME BEING WASTED
Ours is thee!
The past being delayed,
For our nerves to hear the deep sound of glory.
When pods rings our pots,
And we strike our palms for ignorance era.
Our clocks works counterclockwise ,
When we read our days upside down,
Dawn counted to down
We sight light after night.
We perceive our soul,
Then! We realize
Our Time being wasted
Abundant Agony beat our foreheads
When hairline deform the shape of our head
Our palms discards and disposes the mission
That Our grandfather plotted century ago
We've have wasted time
Ours is thee!
The past being delayed,
For our nerves to hear the deep sound of glory.
When pods rings our pots,
And we strike our palms for ignorance era.
Our clocks works counterclockwise ,
When we read our days upside down,
Dawn counted to down
We sight light after night.
We perceive our soul,
Then! We realize
Our Time being wasted
Abundant Agony beat our foreheads
When hairline deform the shape of our head
Our palms discards and disposes the mission
That Our grandfather plotted century ago
We've have wasted time
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