Look At Me

Look at me
Bones wrapping my shoulder flesh leaving my torso
Look at me
A young gentle youth filled with a pile of woe
Look at me
The eye of my owner, whom had weight poverty to their grave
Look at me
Crossing rivers with blunt vision on a sacred mission
Look at me
Leaking unill wounds inflicted by the struggle for existence cure
Look at me
Bending and standing with the mass of corruptions looting my strength
Look at me
Young and gentle but yet bare the scare lined of a dying age
Look at me
And tell me more about the hidden image of myself
Look at me
And bawl to me my picture contrasting my present reflection
Look at me
Young and free but yet dying old

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Alone

Alone! I was in my mother 's womb
Alone! I grew in neglected tomb
All alone
I have been on my own
Alone! the world seem to be a kingdom
Alone! Everyone wants freedom
Just alone! everyone with his responsibility
All alone! ''proud'' is every community
Alone! I have no youth
Alone! I had no root
Alone! No one will survived on their own
Being alone! you will just die alone
I was born alone
You were not born alone
I have lived half alone
You have never lived alone
Alone! do you think you are free?
Alone! I will never want to be
All alone! You are still not alone
Alone! You are with misery in your bone

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Angel Woman

I have searched the content of prominent knowledge
But none of their words suite your soul for me to pledge
I have dug the works of shakespear
But none of his rhymes will described your beauty my dear
I have seen beauties which are so rera
But theirs can be described by people in this sphere
What are you? Human or angel
I suppose you are the the very best of god spell
Your heart is made of peace and love
Your actions are much calm than dove
Your words are mixed with milk and honny
Your eyes have never seen anyone funny
Your face was built with honesty and innocence
Your arrival have made a perfect difference
With all this virtues embeded in you
I have nothing worthey to complement you
But at least I can confess
That you will always stay bless

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Stilled Hope

Our hope is stilled, its has been hanged to prey on success which we have never tasted

Our life is dooming, its has been left to dangled on the street like a man whom his sense had divorce him

Our mind is creepling with the cyclones of corruption beating the street

We have been pushed to dance for our belly even when the the record had run out of rhyme

We have been chased to overthrowned our rebel action with sentimental reaction

They say our hope has independent but why do we sleep over the cloud instead of the roof

Why do we eat the reminant of education instead of equal food

Is it because we came from an hamlet or perhaps we are not destined for elite

We have hope but it is stilled under the hills of neglect awaiting a natural leader

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Tale From Grandfather

Many many many years a go
during the time when my thinking was young and slow
Grandfather told me a story of great people
They use to live in love circle
Trees was there mansion
Peace was their vision
Contentment was their food
Virtue was their daily mood
They did not have a foe or friend
everyone was a brother that could not bend
Their country was a jungle of bliss
Their continent was an island filled with heaven grease
Their color was stronger
Their prowess was longer
They were pulled apart by cigar, alchole and more
The hunt themselves like beast with no knowledge core
Selling their fellow became a pleasant pleasure
loosening their souls become the hunted expected future
These people were africans
They use to live in heaven call africa

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African Woman

She was born in the hands of a bloom fragrance
She was cuddled in the realm of pure innocence
She wore a clean culture root
She swelled a decent design youth
She had a black thick Rainy jungle on her head
They described her strength for earning bread
She had a hip that tells the handiwork of boundless powers
Her chick glitter like a dozen of silver flowers
She walk like a cat tripping herself
She sit gently like a king whose sense are deaf
Her legs are like bronze mould with ultimate perfection
Her face is like rocket fastly rising doubtless impression
Her words are like milk digested through the ears
Her smile is like a chilled wind rising curious hairs
She is an african woman rubies in every village
Her beauty is a gem circling in their heritage

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The Still Borns Of Africa

we are still in the womb
swimming in the filthy fluid of corruption
we are still in the womb
battling to cut the umbilical cord of pollution
we are still in the womb
preying on the reminant of deprived relation
we are still in the womb
drowning in the congest world of deprivation
we are still in the womb
protesting against divisional segregation
we are still in the womb
exsalting the strength of voices calling for attention
we are still in the womb
reaching the spheres through screw faces and traumatic expression
we are still in the womb
paddling our ways through neglect and isolation
we are still in the womb
stirring gently towards the end of our active function
we are still in the womb of africa
waiting to be called the still borns of our mother

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War No More

Daddy why are you wearing that armoured suit?
Where do you want to go with your decent youth?
Don't you think, mommy can't nursed us alone?
Who are going to fight with that firing bone?
isn't your enemy my uncle?
Aren't you ashamed to show my nephews that pistol?
Daddy can't their be war no more?
Can't you mend your sour with love color?
since you bring me to this bowl
all I dream is the struggle of despairing soul
Daddy how many children had you made orphan?
Don't you think I'll one day fall in that clan?
Daddy why are we fighting war?
Is it because of that ornamented earth core?
daddy are you fighting for we?
Or Is your country not yet free?
Daddy wouldn't their ever be war no more?
Please answer me what should I tell my seeds in the future?

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The True Kemurl

His hands were motionless
His lip is on mars and his feets were powerless
He can feel his nerves rooting from everywhere
He can feel is vains wrepping in bloodless pair
He shouts a voiceless cry
And said to me in a blicking eye
I want to hold you once more
I want to be with you in the fiture
But now all my strength has been broken
And soon my sight will be stolen
My soul is heavy and soon it will fly
I might die but be a man don't cry
Instead pray for me in every word you breeds
And hoist our name high to all the world seeds
Say'I was your father's father'
Kemurl the name true owner
He lay in his sick bed with his prowess amiss
And said to me with his eyes'I wish you understanding and bliss'
'I love you my little me'
'I hope you will live the best you can be'

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Don't Tamper With Them

stop! ! Let roll to the start
They are a young gentle nymphs
They trade their time for knowledge heart
As each day roll by, they gave their book a learning flips

Each passing years they made their family cheer
And each was written in their area story
In each paper they made their answers clear
For these they always sleep on glory

Now this is where we are
Before a voice called to stop
We were talking about a sister and daughter
Who had determined to take a seat up

They had on their back selfish desires chasing
On their front a giant future to unlocked
Please boys and men their dreams are resulting
If you tends to tamper with them it'll be blocked

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