Silence

There come a time

In a fearful moment

After the talk silence is observed

And there come a time

When to kill pride and shame

Though a difficult rocket launch

All in silence, they off their robes

Orally they never say it is time

Indeed the contact brings a speech

With sweat dripping, they are numb

Lots of calories lost

Each reasons a different technique

Next time they rally

The only judge is the bed

The bedbugs could sue them

But it is a silent creature.

By Onyeche Vincent Onyeka

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