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Emmanuel Tenjoh Poem
If we can give love a chance
O love; sweet love if we can give it a chance
As our God-given blessed children
Black, yellow, white, green, innocent of our wars
Live doing when in rain bow multi-colour
They go playing without hatred and fear
O love; sweet love if we can give it a chance
By allowing truth to live in everybody’s tongue
We men will be very strong
And hatred that reigns to the bay will shyly move
Leaving us in peace unending, for we will be sinking in the sea of love
If we can give love a chance
Then at day dawn, we men black, yellow, white green
Without fear will drive our flocks from field to fold
Free as the air to watch rivers that rage
And the rocks that grow old
Free to listen to the birds that sing
Free without fear to scent the flowers and walk the wanton fields
Free to enjoy what pleasures nature can bring
If we can give love a chance
Then there will be peace everlasting
Peace and joy that must be in any day that breaks
And soon withers them forgotten
As eggs that go rotten
Peace that brings joy, joy that happiness
That gives a honey tongue, a heart of gall
Joy that brings sorrow to fall
Copyright © Emmanuel Tenjoh | Year Posted 2015
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It's now time we forgive
the trespasses of our neighbours
who in the course of wellbeing searching
showered them like a storm on us.
It is time we stretch them a hand
humbly giving love without reserve;
smilingly and joyously too.
It's time we accept,
that jealousy and hatred;
they have no place in our midst.
It's time we accept
that man no matter his colour
Tribe, ethnicity, and rang
is indispensible to his fellow.
It's now time we bury our pride,
the spring board of our hatches,
Stretch our hands to all;
and give like a new meaning.
Copyright © Emmanuel Tenjoh | Year Posted 2015
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Emmanuel Tenjoh Poem
And shower of refreshing,
Heaven sent it from above.
\To put words to birth she gave me some kissing
The string young lovers need
In such mercy-drops that go falling
To tie beating hearts together
While love foever they plead
\Moving,hand in hand walking the alleys
My livind went reviveng again;
The hills,and the valleys
I imaginne how they feel in the sound
Of abundance of rain
Her beauty,her voice,the smile on her face
I to these irresistably went to fall.
When time and again they came tto surface
And i gave her my all.
Copyright © Emmanuel Tenjoh | Year Posted 2017
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