And I will round up 100 million men who want to kiss joy
But tell me at the cost at which happiness can be got
Then men will flee, breathes will cease, death will kill anarchy will
Come see, comedian, plying their trade like magician
Come see musician turned mathematicians, converting naira to dollars
Comedian turning sorrow to laughter, musician turning sad men to dancers
But from comic and music your happiness is their stress
Can you please expansiate on lexics called education?
Every one salivates on education’s invocation
No one wants to tolerate those who do not know the implication
Of taking sweet voyages on the vessel called knowledge
The ride is expensive, the amount will make you hypertensive
Poor teacher crying for salaries, that is not growing
Poor pupils, out of school fees, leave wisdom for rich kids
All want it, only very few can see it, only a handful eat it
Please can you tell me about life
The doctors run helter shelter, stumbling in unhealthy weather
Treating you of tobacco poison, your stress giving them reason to embrace a little nicotine
They seek to give life becoming problems to their lives
Stress, beautiful stress. The unseen dagger in all profession
Stress a killer in all ramification
Same to the comedian, also to the musicians
Same to the teacher, do not forget the doctors
Take things east stress can be crazy
West Biokpo Joshua (08038397312
(Joshuabiokpowest@yahoo.com)
