I watched the night breeze as it danced to the crickets rhythm
With the full moon there to master such an occasion
And as the cold night pierced through my skin I lay confused
For my thoughts had set 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 from their hearts
Who will be there to bid me good bye as I begin my voyage
Who will author the Ode while lay unconscious

Stephen Oshioma Imoyera
Lazy youth with a PEN