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THE PRIZE

I toiled like a competitor 

To have you in the world 

I spent sleepless nights 

Became a sleeping beauty during days 

Your health was a lit candle in a storm 

I spent on you as though I hated my wealth 

I braved darkest dead silent nights 

Unfriendly weather and long journeys 

To have your death postponed 

You soiled my clothes unceasingly 

Like a paid duty-sensitive worker 

I cleaned without any complaint 

I did all it took to bring you up responsibly 

To fend for yourself ably 

But your reward to me is death 

To gain access to the door 

To squandering my hard-earned wealth 

Tying a stone of curses 

Around your neck 

That will help you drown regretfully 

In a sea of perpetual misfortunes 

God was our honest witness 

And will be a fair judge