My spirit wakes up
with a rebel yell
Go back to sleep!
He screams
We need not face the day
when the devil shows his face
Death seems merciful
Why must men toil?
Have I been spoiled by privilege?
We used to hunt and throw spears
Now the mere thought of the rat race
springs internal tears
A mountain of fears
weigh heavy on me like Atlas
It surely is tempting to jump into the abyss
Yet every morning I soldier forward
not knowing my destination
Doomed to repeat the cycle
as sure as the earth spins its axis
Though my wife lay next to me
I am alone
She cannot save me
from this spiritual vexation
God himself has allowed me
to keep churning
until I slay the devil himself
on my own
I am alone
By Thomas Agbonyitor
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