As the night breeze dances to the crickets rhythm
With the full moon there to master such an occasion
With the cold night piercing through my skin I lay confused
For my thoughts had set me sail to the mysterious island
For uncertainty has taken over the hearts of every youth
For the fear of a genocide lurks our desecrated streets
When will my breath be taken
What will be my last words before I go into oblivion
What will be written on my gravestone when am gone
Or will my body litter the streets for days ?
What would be said about Lazy Youth with a Pen
Will there be a couple tears to wash my memories for their hearts
Who will be there to bid me good bye as I begin my voyage
Who will author the Ode while lay unconscious

By Stephen Imoyera Oshiomah
(Lazy youth with a Pen)