I washed my hands clean
By the day’s clarity
But the stains keep coming
This dirty night
Staining my clean hands
By its darkness
So I have to keep washing
Cleaning my hands everyday
Every morning
And wait for the night again
To stain it all over
I can never stop it
I will never stop it
Olaniyi G. Akanji
© 2015
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