4:30

Last night,Our blood boiled

And we took up arms in aged battle 

Alas, when we parted

Moses's Rod lay between us

Who was Pharaoh?

And who was Jew?

So, we lay

Bodies cold, tongues sour

Sacks filled with grit

In the chill after a pour 

And when I heard the footsteps of dawn 

And Soleil sought us

I sought to mend that which was torn

To make my part yours

And my touch was a stone in a pond 

And once again a battle raged

But this time, Our fires burned 

All as a cock bore his message 

4:30

Musings of An Insomniac

Nnaemeka Ugochukwu 

@IamTheEmeka

Written For & Beside Her

5/8/14

Circa 4:30am

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