City Without Sleep Poem by habib akewusola

Please call the judge who sits
In this court,
Cultivating vanities job in
Presence of broken doors.
This village knows the alternative
To lost,
I can't sight any aged cloth
Wearing a clock,
Time doesn't even stop
Everyone lives till HE comes.
My clock talks,
The reason why I wake up.
Seasons without breakup despite
Congregation of wasted love.
Love is the reason time evolves,
Trust is like dust, needs
No support to run and penetrate
Into the Sun.
This wall just turned crumbs,
As the hungary rock begs for
His turn to rotate and never pause.
The village is filled with wasted pots,
Father's curse reflects on my job,
Here we are created never to fall
No matter how tall your age has
Gone.
So joy is getting short as
Some are born
None is ever mourned.
Value should be given to loss
Then the train would come
To dropp more for Us.