Devastated
I can hear the beats of drums afar
The voices of war so loud
without out the melody of a guitar
As dust of battle redden the cloud
A fight that will leave behind only scars
Cos the warriors are not at par
It is not a children’s blazer
It is a fight like the war of the tsar
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Motion Of The Heart
The wild red rose
Gives out a lovely fragrance
Love is in the air
As I see a couple cuddles at the corner
Love and hate a thin line separates
As I see another couple fights
Love today, hatred tomorrow
What an irony of life
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When There Is No Money
WHEN THERE IS NO MONEY
When there is no money
The children wail from starvation
As the wife nags madly
even the soup tastes sour
Penury is the master
Rejection is the brother
The husband's name is dejection
Hope is the breath
When there is no money
The house is taken over by mice
And the bed by bugs, fleas and lice
Even dogs weep from deprivation
Love dies, hatred persists
Friends disappear and relatives are no more
The look around the home is hungry and haggard
When there is no money
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A Dance in the Moonlight
The night so serene
As whispers of the cool breeze
Touch my soul with a calmness not known before
It is a full moon tonight my love, sleep no more
Away to the mountain top we go
To relieve the pleasure of the night
Beaky birds as couples hurried to nest
Chatting the lover’s song
The fragrance of your closeness I breathe
And the succulence of your womanhood I feel
As we tango in the naked night
With no emotion to hide
I live for this dance every full moon
My Cinderella whose face is hidden
Dressed in red all in a mirage
I woke up again, to meet an empty bed.
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Ode To Myself
Ode to myself
From my African roots
Descendant of the great ogiso
Who conquered Africa to the west coast
Unmovable and strong like the great iroko
Ode to myself
With great pride in handwork
Inherent to my tribesmen, known for our prowess and African dexterity
Dreaded for our venom likened to the black mamba's
Burning tropical sun brings out the smelling sweat of our hard work
Ode to myself
Who have been through the thick and thin of life
Yet never dare to give up, cos I know no fear
The only fear I have is known to me
The fear that I will die succeeding, Like the heroes of my past.
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Please, Colour Me Roses
Being young and new in high school
You welcomed me into the class
With a classy smile and friendship
So I sent you a single stem rose for your simplicity
College took us far for years
Seeing you again a fully grown woman
I sent a thornless rose for it was love at first sight
After which I received an orange rose from you
Saying I have been your secret love
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