Sleeping Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

Lies awaking
In sleeping slumber.
Best to watch a growing
Till the father comes,
Never in poor
Her hands seeks
Lying asleep upon
A choking thongs
Weak to struggle
To a standing still
How well enough
A rainy day pays?
Only to wet the ground
And erosioned the earth,
Flood crops and homes away,
Yet, cheering it to rain more.
A fool in the yard,
Sleeping or dozing
Even when standing,
Not even knowing,
When her nipples plucked
By the greedy child at birth,
Still sleeping, smiling in suffering
Of a mother murder by a cursed child
Send away, thus, a flaming light.
Wake up, you are almost dead
Be dead if you awake,
Die not in sleep then,
You slept to long.
-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu, The Enlightened One

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