Where the stairs collapse

Shovels, diggers and earth.
Forget everything but this;
The road is twisted but so are the laughs.
The tears would go today,
But they’ll be back soon
First to dance with you,
Then they’d come to dance at your demise
If I would feel death when I die,
It should be a being without a soul
Emptiness and zero emotions.
When the end comes, the world would have
One less idea, lover and father
Covered by earth dug with diggers.
Thou shalt not despise the shovel.

Victor Oyedele

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