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Revolution ZYX

Zitellas' yataghan xiphoid weapons valiantly unencumbered
Totalitarian sacrilegious rulers quarrel punishing obstinate nonconformity
Machination lionize Khalifate jingoist  independent hatred
Gallant fighters encounter dangerous carcinogenic battles ahead

Zitella: Fair maiden/spinster or old maid
Yataghan: Long curve knife or sabre
Xiphoid: Sword like
Unencumbered: No burden or cares.
Machination: a crafty and involved plot to achieve your ends
Jingoist: Nationalist

John Lawless, ZYX contest
9 October 2015

Copyright © Silent One

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I get hurt so much I feel so pain


My country is my heart.
The land is my body.

People came with sharp machines.
Maiming my limbs,
Dismembering my insides.

Without permession,
Without pay. 

My soul is forced out of my body.
My blood turns rancid, poisonous.

They gouge deep wounds over my body.
My tears are as rain.

I want to protect me.
I feel too weak.

I can’t breathe.
I can’t move.

I, so powerless under Chinese violation.
I am in excruciating pain.

Can you hear my cry?

Copyright © yangchen Tso

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Africa my beloved continent
Beautiful and attractive, many
Came as visitors yet their aim was to
Dig gold and platinum
Everyday they dug to reach her belly and they
Flee back to feed their own blood and sold us her the remains
Gold jewelry, we buy from them. Question is
Have we done enough to protect our mineral resources
Instead of preserving them 
Jealousy and greed overcrowded our judgments
Knocked each other for blood money, in exchange for what?
Lavish lifestyle our colonial had to offer, we
Moved from Ubuntu our African core value
New dawn sets but we failed to see the light because
Oppression impaired our vision
Pain we suffered taught us nothing for we did not
Quit selling our minerals in exchange for ammunitions
Re-unite Africa and fulfil the dream of African reminiscence
Shun greed, slavery mentality. In solidarity let me and you fight to
Tone down corruption and 
Undo damages implanted by our colonial
Viva African renaissance viva
Winning this battle calls for unity and mental strength
Xenophobia and racism will not be chronic diseases any longer, i'm
Yearning to see a better Africa for all human race, with
Zest I shall wait in anticipation for Africa's 're birth.

Copyright © Bongani Zungu

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Green People

I see green people
They tell me they come in peace 
But they are showing me the roots to all evil
I see green people
They try to disguise their intentions 
But their actions are so see through
I see green people
They are the true world leaders
There are no free actions or thoughts
You do or think what they want you to
I see green people
They manipulated all of our history
So if we were to find the truth
It doesn't matter because their is no proof
I see green people
As their head grow larger 
I continue to have distant dreams of me being considered a equal
I see green people
They told me to worship them or die
Close my eyes and look through the lies
Because without them 
There is no chance to walk among the Gods
I see green people 
And there is no doubt about it
They truly show me the roots to all evil

Copyright © Andre Sanders

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Dogma Delivery

An allotted announcement;
Ben’s brother balances
Carefully, carrying containers
Designated “Dogma Delivery.”
Eventually, everyone 
Finds frog-gy feelings for
Generously generated
Hair-raising hijinks.
Incoherent ideas incur. 
Jeremiah jumps, jolting,
Kicking kleptomaniacs,
Lashing lawlessness.
Money monkeys make
Notorious nincompoops. 
Obscure obligations often 
Poisons pathetic passion!
Quarantining qualified
Shrivels support,
Transforming truth-
Unilaterally, unfairly
Vexing vicariously.
While we want 
Yokels yield
Zion’s zenith

Copyright © Virginia Mitchell

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Death Mad and Blind

Dot-matrix monotony beasts,
Bring endless agonies and fake archetypes,
To drown the silent scream of nothing inside.
I know now why you turn up the noise.

Hide your ears, as they pound on the drum of sadism.
Because I howl the song of terror.
And now we both become batteries.  
You the positive, I the negative,
Existing purely to give power to the another.

Their box of lights bleeds our minds.
With a thousand meaningless babbles,
Like over-zealous wasps.
Senselessly knotting round and around.
Constricting mind, body and soul.

Under this monochrome sky,
In this thick, wet, air,
They are almost tangible.
Tasted, smelt, but never heard
Cartoon wraiths flitting at the periphery.

Not waiting, not feeling.  
Blind mechanical bats.
Without voice or form.
They feed my failings,
Fattening me for the feast.

But they hold no malice,
Just a circuit with terror as it’s current.
They no more hate my soul, 
Than the fox hates the rabbit.

Fearing these surrogate pulses, 
I pull a blackened hide over my shoulders,
And with snakes for eyes, I pull on chainmail gloves.
The metal cuts my skin, the rotting hide constricts
 My last breath bears a spirit,
Which eats the sky like a rusty knife.

Copyright © Danny Stockton

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Hope in the balance

Almost by chance
direction emerges
for generating harmonious inclusivity
Judge kindly
lest man’s nature
opens past’s quickly resolved struggles
to unite vengeful warring xenophobes
yielding zeal

Copyright © Nigel Fawcett

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My Father Corn mill

Standing in the center of my father’s village
Is a mysterious corn mill
Which produces the worst of flour
Even when served with the best of corns of the land
So in hunger, his offspring always weep

Across the coast off my father’s village
Lies this giant but old corn mill
Which receives grains from father’s fields
To produce flour, honey and milk
To serve and fill the mouths of its offspring
Sometimes to the benefit of those not his offspring

So why should the corn mill of my father breed the worst?
Without a lesson from him that mills across the coast
While the children of the land grow pale and frail
The pawpaw’s bridegroom dances and waves
Is it the chorus of the tunes that spreads loud from its wings?
Or it’s a heritage that needs to be preserved to appease the gods

So when would the miseries of my siblings come to rest
Should I send spies to the corn mill we were once forced to build
Or awake the doors of the gods with a penny
To discover the corn mill and my father’s destiny

Copyright © Prince Assandoh-Mensah

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Period Of Emotions

A period of emotions - I'm a command I'm an order
I'm right there at the end of the border.
I don't have an identity of my own
A character that you give, is what I borne.

I carry much anger, much frustration
Sometimes I'm used to deliver news of devastation.
I carry tears from the war of treachery
And at times I carry screams of political mockery.

I'm not happy even though I'm never alone
Incomplete statements are accompanied by my clones.

I'm the verdict, I'm the decision
I'm the king , the ruler of precision.

I'm dark at times, and at times I'm grey
I'm as sharp as the sun's ray.
I've meanings as deep as the oceans
I'm not just a period, I'm a period of emotions.

Copyright © Srujana Satyavada

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I knew they were wrong
In the northern region
When their eyes cried a river
When their feet stumbled the rocky ground
When hands feeble couldn’t carry a spoon

I knew they were wrong
In the dumpy smelly streets
When she dropped the baby from between her legs
The glue sweet on her mouth
Her eyes so red, her mind out of this world

I knew they were wrong
That day long I watched the reports
My ears longed for a positive message
But deaths, wars, hunger and crimes majored their words
Why do they sit in the big house of sweet baked rich cake?

I knew they were wrong 
When I saw the big cars
Oh it was election time begging time again
Its been five calendars gone since I last saw them
Today their boots are full, handsome pockets for charity

I’ll say it now, coz tomorrow might never be
We have leant it the hard and easy ways
We know their tricks, like the back of our hands
An A we would all score, on their subjects paper
We know their wrongs, its time they made them right.


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The Wounded Underdog

All bourgeios crime disgusted Eddie, for geared-up hopefuls, interested juveniles, know learned mindful negotiators offering powerful quotations rectify suffering that underdogs valiantly weather: xanthoid yearly zings.

*I know this is more of a random sentence than a poem, but this is the hardest form I have ever come across, and I promise to write more of this type later and thus make them better.  The original version of the poem is below.  Which do you prefer?*

All beastly crime disgusted Eddie, for geared-up hopefuls, interested juveniles, know learned mindful negotiators offer peaceful queries resolving scrapes that uakari, victims, weathered xanthously, yearly, ziplipped.

*I personally think that it makes more sense now...*

Copyright © Grace Williams

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Guitars Of War

When men of fame do meet discord,
They find a way to prove their point.
Then it is, they think of the art,
And call to play artists of doom.
The artists too, who know their art,
Would play the strings from their guitars,
Releasing pleasant   sounds   of   doom
That   leave   men gasping   for   breaths   of   air.
Babies wail, toddlers weep;
Their mothers too have felt the sounds
Taking rise   from the guitars of war,
And lay by them with gaping eyes.
Young boys leave, all on their heels,
And flee without their closest ones,
Fear oozing out of every pore
That yet has not been blocked by blood.
Sounds of horror fill the misty air:
Bombshells cracking open, ‘leasing doom,
Creaking sounds from shattered houses
Under attack by massive arson,
Rhythmic thuds of bodies to the ground
From mortal tones that vade the air,
The agonised screams of innocence,
Dwarfed only by the dreadful cannonade.
Screams of little girls, barely grown,
Receiving men they’ve never known,
Left alone in shattered raiment
To brood and lick their bleeding wounds.
Tender   ones, better off dead,
Trudge along, barely standing,
With sunken cheeks and pointed ribs
Peeping   from   transparent   chests.
They’d give their leaf-thick fleshy parts
Just to lay their hands on flour,
Before the next artistic blast takes them unawares.
What a sharp contrast they are
To all their mates that live with fame.
The day is dead, the show is off,
The artists then return to base
To meet females with smiling kids
That know not what their fathers do.
All is well, their lives are good,
As pay bags do weigh higher.
Victory is here, but for whom?
The hundreds   that hushed the thousand?
Fellow men, what have you done?
Composed your master piece i guess!

Copyright © Karl Nkecha Safindah

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Sod is in the T.V.

Their trying to tell you something,
It’s being shown on the screen,
It’s being told in music, ding ding,
But you were indoctrinated by thirteen.

Mtv shows you Masonic ritual,
Flashing symbols in your third eye,
Leave you in crisis, needing spiritual hospital,
You’ve had an overdose of an intoxicating lie!

It’s time to break the spell, turn off the T.V.
With all its degrading, intoxicated role models,
How anyone finds this acceptable for children, spent on me,
Maybe this is why society is fuelled by self gratifying morals.

Copyright © Lance Lawlor

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'All That Avails Is Flight'

Along the streets..., we run
Chased by our fears..., we run
Seeing our end coming..., we 
Slaved by their injustice..., we 
Betrayed by our elders...,  we 

Our hands tied from behind
They whipped us, they inflicted 
pain to conquer this mind
We slaved in day, and 
sorrowed when the moon was 
The fountain of our tears now 
has run dry
we cry no more....,

freedom and peace, they have 
killed by their democracy
justice for all buried forever in 
the dark tomb of politics
Patriotism is the fightings they 
cause among the youths 
brainwashed by their slogans
to appease their insatiable 
hunger for power and delusions 
of grandeur..,
Now the wise and the able in 
fear brave to run
For all that avails is flight

They cannot be fought
They are power, they lose not
They run the race and they 
determine the mark
They speak to be listened and 
are heard by us
They walk in plain, not their 
good talk

In the court of justice, innocent 
themselves they judge
They kill fathers with a bullet, 
youths they blind their sight
When they dance in merry, 
they kill the young with hunger
With fear to mothers, a nation 
they have subdued 
And now out of bravery we 
seek our escape
For all that avails is flight

Copyright © Joshua munyaradzi mimana

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Herculean we need,achievement proceed

In this life,one has to choose the best we need not the best he wants. He needs to read between the line and walk with time. Like they said,"A very moment is a chance." Truely,life is not by chance but by fate. Live your life like everyday is last and make that day a history. 

Lightup,Herculean we need,achievement proceed.

Time shall come,when that day will be immemorial and your children's children,will not forget it. The best will always come at last. The last is your result. The end justifies the means. Your past may not be good enough,don't let it be a burden,cause tomorrow may see us better. As the sun shines and gives life to the trees,flowers and leaves of the earth. 

Light up,Herculean we need,achievement proceed. 

Far comes the destiny,what can we do with the one's near. In the kitchen come's the chimney,what about the heaven's cloud clear? I speak with one voice,it sounds different to so many ears. To some,it looks like noise,cause that lies their fears. Promises lies in the lips of some,all we get is just but none. So fast grows the trees of corn,when cut down,the life is all gone. 

Light up,Herculean we need,achievement proceed.

Copyright © michael Chinaecherem

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On that eleventh bloody day
The clock of three hundred years of freedom
Was quickly reversed.
On that ninth bloody month
One hundred and forty years of peace
Were foolishly wasted.

The tallest walls of the strongest pillars of earth
Were smashed into rubbles.
The military brain of the most powerful
Was bitterly shaken and moved
And its economic might seriously humbled.

The unthinkable indeed became a reality
When the days of the crusades and jihad, 
Were almost repeated
When that radical arm of that religio – political society,
Penetrated the defences of that well defended country

Copyright © Cromwell Mpinganjira

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(A refuge of Lies) Some men claim, to their own shame, to know the American Constitution. Then, oddly prefer, and wicked Judges concur, in the innocent babies exclusion. Yet, our inalienable right; the first one in sight, is to life, that God has rendered. Liberty, then happiness follow in process: deny the first, and all are tendered. Some men, of late, divide Church and State, while religious humanism gains inclusion. I fail to see, for the life of me, how they can reach this conclusion. The Constitutional intent was totally meant, as a curb on Federal power taking. And, lest we forget, all other power yet, was reserved for states and people's making. The pact don't mandate separation of Church and state: that was culled from Jefferson's private letter. So, don't claim, as some, that it came from, the Constitution, - for we know better. Pride - the father of sin, bade this evil come in, and twisted the truth into a lie. I pray God awaken some for the battle to come; that America's promise will not die. Forgive this wicked sin, bid us to come in, to a most Holy reformation. Lord, let us see thy work in that decree, and turn us from national ruination. See Constitution, Declaration of Independence,and Bill of Rights. Lionel

Copyright © Lionel Ledbetter

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Diamond Dance

Villages crushed, by shiny rocks, 
Demolished while, the profits shot, 
Sapper gets nought, from shards in sand, 
His life and yours, in wicked hands [

Twist in it’s dance, 
You are entranced 
Until the last. 

The king’s cup flows, over with blood, 
You know you think, money is love, 
Giving nothing, they steal your trust, 
Binding you with, aesthetic lust. 

You can’t break the, hardest substance, 
Your body twists, in diamond dance, 
Would you save a, million lives, 
Or get lost in, it’s twinkling eye? 

Puppets in the diamond dance, 
Mankind lost in, the wicked trance, 
If you mistake, waste for romance, 
You won’t have an-ything that lasts. 

Purest glass light, that grows in earth, 
Heaven from soil, the land gave birth, 
But it won’t feed, humanity 
Your mindless greed, their agony 

Copyright © Danny Stockton

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Crazy World

Crazy World

It’s funny how
The universities are still in business
Of producing graduates
That speak funny English
And hardly make invention
And the stock market falls
Down street tumbles
That lets people buy
And make profit
Like grandpa used to say,
True intellectualism died
In the year 1929
With the rise in acumen inflation
It was then that
This Federal Reserve of Ignorance
The true villain of this quandary
Traces its genesis
Hope that explains succinct
This universal impotence

Copyright © pat pakla

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the mirrors and glasses can't help but falling
the tough and the mindless can't help but brawling
when earth's soul gapes through the looking glass
only pure spirits can protect it.

Copyright © Abbey Haigh

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We are down on a sandy beach
And our legs dug deep in the sand of pain
Left stranded in the sea of sadness
The night of destruction falling on us with extreme darkness
Hovering on us the venom of evil
With rain drops of blood on our land
The storm getting heavier by the day
The flame of hope blown away by wind of wickedness
We live in a country where no one is safe
Where death darken the sky like an imminent doom 
Where the majority live in ardent poverty
A land where corruption is at its peak
Our leaders the master chef to all our miseries
With eyes of blind spot to the need of the people
Deaf ears to the cry of the innocent
Blind eyes to the sufferings of the poor
The beat of political madness stirs in the air
With sound wave of pain to all the citizen of the land
Human lives valued only for a couple of coins and a few naira note
Innocent blood shed all in the name of political game
The taste of power and excessive desire for wealth
Sum with their selfish and political greed
Puts our dear nation in a state of unrest 
Children of innocent souls being tortured through burning knife of evil
Leaving the youths to live their lives in fear
Our girls are no longer safe to go to school
Terrorism the bad sweet smell polluting our atmosphere
With it effect on us an horrible scar
People being nurtured to the highest point of hatred
With every of their road leading to violence and terrorism 
Little by little we are losing our national pride
Our economy dropping faster than the speed of sound
Our leaders failing in every good sense of leadership
With the interest of the people far from their mind
From the cry of the rejected and abused children
To the tears of the suffering and confused adult
Same questions comes to the mind of every nigerian
Why do we have to suffer this much?
Are our leaders so blind to see that the nation is on a downhill of destruction?
How long will it take for them to hear our cry?
And what will it take for everything to change for good?
I guess only God has the answers to all this questions
And the golden key to our freedom
All will have to do is to keep praying
And keep hold of our little flame of hope
Cos one day I believe everything will change for good

Copyright © stanley oguh

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Devil's Miners - To The Messiah

If i could, I’d veil the earth
And keep it far without your view,
I’d wrap its bulk and hide its shape.
But that would be a waste of time.
Your eyes are those that see the depths
Of  the  deepest  bluest  seas.
I look around and feel so grieved
By what I see on mother Earth.
Are these the beings you meant to save?
Their steps have left the golden path.

The congregation you so loved,
Has had indeed a twisted turn:
I see an alter, two men then,
And then I see a priest clad in white,
Hands stretched out in your name,
For man and man to live as one:
Blasphemy is their heritage
From Pharisees of long ago.
They’ve sold the rod you gave to them
To guide your sheep to fields of green,
And took instead their fill of gold,
To get themselves more robes and gems.
Are these the ones you left to lead?
Their every deed profanes your name!

The fragile brand you took from man
Prattles much about her place.
They top their men and bring discord.
The rules you gave on modesty,
Are just as right as purple skies.
The sacredness of two as one
Is all around the busy streets,
And everyone can get a piece,
Except, of course, their purse be dry.
Our consciences are in our bags,
We know no boundaries in our minds.
I see a door, I see ten bolts,
That veil landlords like refugees
From those to whom all wealth belongs.
The touch of gold, so smooth and good,
Has bought the consciences of men,
And turned us all into miners,
Miners on the devil’s mine!

Copyright © Karl Nkecha Safindah

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With the promise of heaven on earth
As if our problems they do care
Upon the thousands of castles built in the air
They still live on planet earth

Oh Mr politician!
The words of your mouth soothes
Through my ears, they give me a boost
The filling of pockets in a day to its brim
Made me to believe you can really brag

No wonder just beside you are the miss Ghana's as your spouse
For abundant of lies, your mouth can really browse
When in the need of my frailing thumb
What a potrician!

Copyright © Prince Assandoh-Mensah

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Brother, brother, pray, help me out;
Climb the ladder to the top,
And bring down the pawpaw fruit.

Brother, brother, you got it now.
Climb the ladder down, let us share
And taste the joy of brotherhood.

Brother, brother, bring forth the fruit
You were to pluck with your hand of power,
And send some down to the lower man.

Brother, brother, treat me not so.
Recollect the kindly deed i did,
And let me taste of the fruit.

Brother, brother, cling to the top,
But I envy you no more,
As while you’re there, i see your shame!

Copyright © Karl Nkecha Safindah

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Mr. "Somebody"

"Inside a world that changes every day,
Inside a world that nobody remembers the day after,
Mr. "Somebody" tries to learn the values and principles of life
in reading mythologies and fairytales.

I am so sorry Mr. "Somebody"
You will find no happily ever after."

Copyright Constantinos Grigoriadis © All rights reserved

Copyright © Constantinos Grigoriadis

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vote (by kimmy holmes, my daughter)

I will vote
who shall it be?
Who will make a difference to me?
For my country
I gave a few years
Not my life
Now my tears
My soldiers, they deserve
my thoughts and prayers
I will vote
and hope not to error.

Copyright © janetta harrington

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The American Dream

              The American Dream?    
2014 is here its time to file  again,         
as the federal government awaits our hard 
earned dollars rolling in.         
I can only speak for myself  
but I'm sure others feel my pain,        
wondering where their money went        
and in what way did we gain? 
Once upon a time I believed  in the 
American way,  
and I didn't mind paying it forward
molding a future for my children 
one day.        
My labored contributions mean        
nothing anymore, 
my faith in our countries leadership        
has fallen short for sure.
I once had health insurance  before 
Obama Care, 
a penalty was cheaper  a burden my 
company would graciously bare.   
So now I have to pay premiums 
I cannot begin to afford, 
and if I do refuse,
I'll be punished even more. 
Yes I admit I'm angry but more so I'm 
I have no retirement plan and live only for 
All because the American dream my 
forefathers fought to defend,
have been twisted and distorted
by democrats and republicians
we watch on CNN.
 Written By Kathy J Parenteau        
 Copyright © Feb 2014
 All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Kathy Parenteau

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The Worship Of Man's Reason

(Let no trust be vested in men, but bind them 
down with the chains of the Constitution)

The wave of the future for disaffected man;
such a noble experiment, our revolutionary plan.
World wide in scope, humanity’s salvation;
workers paradise, we’ll bring to every nation.

Utopia we’ll build, making all things new,
From the ash-heap of Capitalism and Monarchy too.
A socialist world is our humanist creed;
Securing the future, fulfilling all need.

That, opiate of the people, religion, must go.
Materialism shall prevail, all we atheists know.
From each, his abilities, to each one his need;
we’ve charted the course, the masses we lead.

Yet, the masses are dumb, they don’t understand,
so we use the whip, as we lead by the hand.
The firing squad too, for those who equivocate,
to insure a better tomorrow, we also learn to hate.

Counter-revolutionaries - we had to do them in;
required men to inform, even on their next of kin.
Mass killing for the cause, the end justifies the means;
starvation and deprivation to insure our lofty dreams.

Our collapse came too soon, we didn’t have the time,
to perfect our glorious system - punish every crime.
The proletariats were unthankful, tho’ for them we did it all.
Now, we find approval only in the western academic hall.


Prov. 16:25 “ There is a way that seemeth right to a man, 
but the end thereof is the way of death.”

Copyright © Lionel Ledbetter

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Blind Seers

It all began when the blind seers
Took the step and trusted their sight.
It was dark, the night was cold,
The storm had dropped, places were damp
When the torch-bearers brought their light.
Their words were warm, their speeches tuned.
That was all it took to steal some hearts.
Yet, just before the fowl could yawn,
A little before the dark could bleach,
Away they bolted with everything;
Walking sticks, clothes, shoes and all.
But the seers didn’t see that coming
Since they be not like those
That do see with their ears
And trust not in high-sounding words.

Copyright © Karl Nkecha Safindah

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whose to blame when the law is to blame

we become fugitives in our
own outlets when the law
has put us to shame and
unnecessary blame
we violenly revolt like refractory
horses,its such a cruel shame 
who the runnaways are,elegory
like shakeshere in that windy tempest
himself,than miranda,the category
of africas aggrevation is unclassified

Copyright © emeka ozurumba