This war! I am tired,
Sleepless nights
Of a wife who never dies
So I can stop guarding
The bravery nights.
Maybe deep in her, she says
I am tired of a husband who never sleeps
Like a lioness on labour,
Guarding the house on call up
Never sleeping.
Poem by: CURTIS MATEA
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