Tedina's Endless Sleep Poem by Inawo Murphy Ternenge

It's like a dream to us all
that thou art
in an endless sleep

It all started like a joke
when thy head got hurt
you survived the theatre twice
As time jogged on
an endless sleep called thou

Thy response
to an endless sleep
is the cause
our eyes are wet
and our hearts bitter
Thy love craves for thee
she weeps bitterly
for thou can't awake
from thy endless sleep
to see thy sons and daughters
become men and women

Tedina
thy endless sleep
has wounded our hearts
in pain we shall be
as long as we stay awake.