Oh Sailor, tell them I'm tired After zillions of years of illuminating every dark night Of producing the sparkling embers of light Yet, they claim only chaos I have sired Oh Sailor, tell them I'm tired Of being their excuse for every petty fight For washing their dark - hour awhite Yet, they question why I am hired. My love is gentle and pure My light never has burnt their skin As I am not the sun ☀ But humanity's disloyalty has no cure They will forever betray their own kin For pride, price, love or fun! ©𝑨𝒃𝒖𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒓 Ibrahim, May 2023 {I AM TIRED, Sonnet 40} | Quote by Ibrahim Olokuta