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Chasing the Blues Away

See you struggled by the blues,
Suffocating drowning eventually,
Where friends comrades pertly, 
Sacked tortured left on vex,
Life still there never let it go!

Keenly and accepted blues,
Shadowed on obituary parents,
Life squash perishable whole,
Kenning deep on heart chambers,
Troubled all except my soul.

Model’s death wept me real,
Mourned and cried night and day,
As thought next sun never rises,
For the tears flooded everywhere,
As a blues milked my veins.

There wasn't place run too,
For sad and blue mutual,
Ate deeply my muscles,
Thinned every part of me,
Left on road to die as rain drops.

But God pulled my shoulders again,
I listened and turned my wheel in 
He blessed my top and body kneel,
Felt slim but full crammed,
And blues were then chased.

He brought joy on face again,
As he did when he paid the bills,
He glued the weak parts worn before,
To have a stronger bond over again,
With smiling cheek and moving jaws.

Turn in for hope is here,
He makes path where isn't,
On green pasture he brings his,
No regrets to whoever believes,
Surrender your veer he’ll blow your blues.

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I Miss My Dad

I miss my dad
At the days like these,
When nights and mornings are worse,
I real miss my dad!

He taught me to love,
Care and listen to others,
He gave me courage, of schooling, singing and drawing.
When nights and mornings are worse
I still miss my dad!

If only I could backhander God,
For whatever he could in debt me,
I would solicit him to leave my dad,
That I could have his insight now,
But he won him,
For he loved him more!

When I last nursed him,
He had a promising health,
Of seeing his smile tomorrow,
To the amazing veracity,
It was only four hours later,
When I received the call of his left,
When the nights and days are gone!
I still miss my dad!

Today I see him on my narcolepsy,
When I get quick to REM,
I also see him to night,
When I come to serious dream,
But, these add me pains,
For I miss him more when awake!
When the nights and days are gone!
I still miss my dad!

It was Feb, 17,
The year twenty 06,
Noted time 11.AM,
When he breathed last,
After three days wounds,
From a car crash on 14th Feb.
 "the day called Valentine!"
A car registered 304 AAF,
Crushed him badly,
At Magomeni traffic lights,
On his way church with Mama!

RIP our dad,
The 10 you left behind,
Became 11 after a week,
A boy born on 23rd Feb,
Reminds us about you,
Gideon the great! We also named him Alex,
On honor of your gone!

© Lucas Mkude 10/02/2013

From,
A true story of my father's daeth on Feb. 17.2006.

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Magufulization

Slenderly community 
The land of sobers
Enough for plunderers 
Ground of Ivory
Home of diamond and gold
Is now Magufulized 

No more embezzling
Lazy are working
Respecting their roles
No more liquoring  
This is the land
We all dreamed by

Reviving the airline
Is the biggest witchcraft 
7 wings were booked 
5 have already landed 
I enjoyed several trips
It is a miracle that exist!

The giant is shining
Suffocating capitalist
As much as fraudulent
For they are terribly squeezed 
In jail cell like shanties 
For they lacked patriotism
By smuggling national cake

Go Magu, go!
Dig down to their pockets
Suffocate them deeply
Till dehydrated completely 

Do more, do!
Open the roads for business to grow
Build flyover for traffic to perish
Construct SGR for easy transportation
Do the stieglers to boost economy
Our thumbs are yours 2020
 For ant corrupt Tanzania

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Scars Left Behind

Scars Left Behind

As a slave I was a product of the broker,
and a commodity as a result of the purchaser.
Both of them made me to be,
valuable and hunted like honey bee.

Hunting and ambushed done in the village,
killing and plundering had become prestige.
As children and women when left died, 
I was taken with others and then caravanned.

The Chief and Mtemi had war waged,
For Guns and Cloths were then paid.
The Banyans of India paid the capital,
Whilst Arab of Oman set the arrival.

Some servant some prisoners all were slaved,
With Ivory on shoulders but all day walked.
From Katanga and Malavi to coastal wealthy,
Bagamoyo and Kilwa we laid our sympathy.

Hundred and million were shipped forever,
The Arabs and Whites snatched our mother.
And slavery life had became our song,
Plantation and domestication had been our belonging.

Some died some survived with loosing hearts,
A misery generation maintained the scars.
In the neighboring land with pain results,
As was racist, hardworking with broken hearts.

LUCAS ALEX MKUDE poem.

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Kilimanjaro

I traveled and see
The mount of glory
Where animal and person
Live as friends
The mountain of peace
Caries two peaks
Home of wonders
Guests be keen on

Mawenzi is the smaller
Kibo is the taller
They all have snow
Melts to life juice

The mountain is splendor
Tanzania must celebrate
sheltered colonizers and travelers 
Kilimanjaro is the mount
Where lord was worshiped
A mount of glory where glory lives
Dare not  missing once in being

People come people go
They dare again going
They felt the beauty
More and they live
Our friends and neighbors
Live in mount’s gossip 
That we play and teasing

Though lucky than them
Still illiterate and stupid

Of all the years!
No body had volunteered
Made policies
that attract sightseer
Only is thought
pouching and smuggling  
I hate this life, full of poverty
On natural richness!

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Green Card

I lived to  see,
A card of wonders,
Allows people to pass,
A road to success,
As people always say,
We like happy endings.

A green card friend!
Is national password,
Very meaningful indeed,
As everybody, adore it.
It is a smoke of life,
Better relief,
For real citizens of the country,
Must posses the card,
The card for happy endings.
.

Even the opposition now,
Posses the cards,
Just to make them live,
And escape hardness,
Whilst pretending daily,
However, inside they are,
Faithful party members,
For they still have the cards,
And worship the party most,
Than the state they belong.

Green card is their mother,
It is their life and truth,
No body can deny this,
For they can smuggle and sell illegal,
They can corrupt and escape tax,
They can poach and sell opium,
They are party member with green cards,
Enjoying the cake of the nation.

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Blood of Nations

I’m looking for mine daily 
A gene of combinations and strengths
A blood we share in hidings
Nation and nations as siblings 
A blood of friends satisfaction 

Arouses sense and feelings
Bringing joy in sadness
Strengthening weak to fight 
A blood that flow uneven
Too economy to people like us 

A wonderful world like this 
Where number of soldiers sounds
Borders of states are intact
with secret security full paid
But none  of them dare to grasp
For the blood flows like electron
Penetrates deep to impassable 

Is it true they fail to victim?
Why few are seized and bailed
Why is becoming a song
With big budget of state security
It is real a wonderful music  I hear
Like dum! dum! dum! express your self
For the blood spreads everywhere
And ruin national’s development

A blood of foolish and stupid
Riching capitalist and bourgeoisie 
Protected by leaders and ministers
That undermine equality and improvement
Branding abuse is irony
Preventive education is nonsense
These are extravagances and exploitation
The solution is simple I suggest 
Killing the flower of production
That bee buzzes for her saccharine

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Drunken Walk

We started a move,
With Mwalimu Julius,
The move to paradise,
a promised land,
Full of wine and vineyard.

We declared Arusha,
 As symbol of movement,
Unifying poor and richer,
To live as one forever,
And build the nation together.

Challenges started,
When some dislike the policy,
Socialism is an attitude of mind!
They wanted free market,
To exploit their fellow brethren,
They sabotaged and plundered,
Public Industries and companies,
As the preparation towards drunken walk.

We are drunken, yes we are!
Moving two steps forward and three back,
Spurting tobacco on left,
But covering the land on right,
And this is our move,
A move towards development.

We are fifty three years old,
As the old man with white hairs,
But lacks wisdom by talking the same thing,	
Kilimo on morning day and night,
As the backbone of the economy,
And now with amplified sound,
Named kilimo kwanza,
To bring about development,
And changes peoples life,
That we previously failed,
But this is our song,
A song of the digital world.

Listen comrades,
I also agree,
And let us resume our failure,
For we dare again fail,
 In a country like ours,
Where policy is importation,
Of everything except soldiers
What movement do we speak?
Or movement  towards primitive!

19/02/2014

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Pill of Life

‘Go dominate all,
Animals of humanity
And all found within…’
 Are words of divinity!

Praying inside me, 
Contented being in thee,
As pill of life tends to be,
Swallowed thrice per day,
And twinkles with soul met, 
For attractive aroma of the inlet! 

Cranking chapter lees,
Mental intellect bees,
Pill magnificent murmur!  
Life set when topsy-turvy.

© Lucas Mkude
02/07/2013

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Prepare My Grave

Alone I can’t do
Mutually we can
Me and you real friends
Me and you not enemy
But my friend know
Prepare my grave

I saw you very far I swore to follow your way
My father forbade my choice
My mother and all my clan
Lamented Mkude you gona die!

My heart refused their will
My hears denied to snoop
And my tongue spoke to them
That never shall we break up
So my friend know prepare my grave

Dig the grave deep
For death will follow soon
Choose a good coffin
Put my body in
Don’t forget the cross
A sign of God’s people
Place doesn't matter
Wherever plunk me
So my friend know
Train my grave