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Even when the world glitch,
All that remain constant is change.
Move from your comfort zone, and begin to stretch,
For your youth is coming of age.
Depend not on ascribe,
Read books, strive to achieve.
For your old age will not survive,
If your youth is passive.
Move off from your comfort zone,
Now that you are a youth,
For when you start ache in both flesh and bone,
Life will then be as youthfully cute.
The dance reduce,
The work increase,
At old age for the joy not to be induce,
Because mind and soul, with not your youth at peace.
By Will Mountain you can move,
If you work for your old age to be relieve,
Nurture your youth, help it to improve.
For your old age will not survive by fanatic believe.
Youth is active,
Old age is crude
As youth you need to be creative,
And stop being rude.
From Proconsul to sapiens,
Life respond to it dynamic plea,
For dynamism is man,
Work your body for the fat to kill.
Now as youth, now as youth,
The world's power is in those hands.
Raise up your head and tight up your boot!
And come out with the world ever best plan.
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A story about a young boy and his father,
The boy was smart, diligent but hot tempered,
When vexed he has no choice of words,
He is careless even if that gets you annoyed.
One day he realized he had said something bad
So he walk straight to his dad,
'I know I hurt you' daddy am sorry, says the son
He sheds and tremble as to the other end he tends to turn.
"To say you are sorry is one thing son,
But that does not mean the pain is immediately gone,
There is something I want you to practically learn"
Says the father as he shows his son the packet of nail in his hand.
Take this packet of nail, says the father,
When you sleep, eat, play it must always be near,
When angered and you can't control,
Take one and nail it on the wall.
The first day, on the wall he nailed three,
Realizing he hurt no one, he knew his soul he is setting free.
He continues day after day
Nailing on the wall the same way
Daddy, the nail is finished, the boy said
That’s a great thing to hear says the dad
Now here is what I want you to do
Whenever you say SORRY go to the wall and had a nail remove.
Days past and again came the son
All the nails on the wall are gone
Daddy said "Let take a walk to wall,"
And tell me the lesson, it you have learned from.
I have learned that I say whatever comes my mind
When angered, vexed or mad
It as a result of me being idle
Says the son, and that why my temper I was unable to handle.
That is one but I want you to learn this today
Said the father as he moves to the other way
Nailing the wall represents the rude behavior and words you say
Removing the nail is the sorry you say.
Despite removing the nails there is still a hole
So don't see your 'am sorry' as an achieved goal.
Be mindful of what you say or do to others
For even after you say you sorry the hole lingers.
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POEM: I GROW WHERE I'M PLANTED.
BY SIMEON A.D. PANGU
Though I write rhyme
But I can't sing,
It not a limitation neither a crime,
I do it with pleasure for the joy it bring,
I can't paint neither draw,
Yet the beauty of it I always adore,
I love water yet I can't swim,
At the beach I try to capture every emotional scene.
I have multiple of talent that the fact,
But I will always grow where I am plant,
Being Jack of multiple trade, master of none,
Never would I, for in it I found no fun.
Not because I am afraid of sudden failure just by trying,
But one day you will come to realize,
Without birth, their is no need for dying,
So my priority I will always prioritize,
My major I'll major, minor I'll minor
Never would I minor in my major, or major in my minor.
Life if not a game of chance,
For you'll never stay in the same romance
Opportunity come but once, people say,
Opportunity keeps on reoccurring, if on a career you chose to stay.
All my eggs on one basket I will put,
Just well I prepare the basket for my eggs to put.
If you can't dance neither act,
Teaching is another version of art.
Talent no one is born without,
Ours We don't get to know, for void we tend to scout.
I dont do because I found it comfortable,
But let the end product to others be pleasurable.
Use your talent, on others to create positive impact,
For NOAH is always remembered for just building an ark, which is a single act.
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TO THE LITTLE MAN INSIDE ME
By Simeon Austin David Pangu
To the little man inside me,
Struggling to be set free.
Mr inability you have been called,
Making you feel little when wanting to stand tall.
You dream of happiness and joy,
Sadly on you tears you crawl.
Trying to make the world see the ability in your inability,
The ungrateful desperate always shadowing you in their quest for vanity.
Looking in the sky, the stars you see only few?
Your steeps you should have halt, but curiosity never knew?
You are Mr inability you are me!
Just hold tight your ability one day the world will see.
There is one thing you have that is hope,
Though it cannot be seen through your scope.
You have it in your possession, you have it all,
Just hold on for the test is your storm.
You quest for love but you find hate,
Celebrating your angel, only to realize she is your mother's mate,
The supposed facilitator of your dream is killing it,
Enjoying your agony, it appears to be sweet.
The world is unfair the feeble will cry,
You don't need that to courage you in your strive.
Be brave! for you have a mission,
You mission is to achieve your vision.
You are Mr inability that what you are,
Until the world realize your ability, then they will realize who you truly are.
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AUGUST FLOOD, LION MOUNTAIN LANDSLIDE
BY SIMEON AUSTIN DAVID PANGU AKA MR SENATOR
To bed they went wishing good night,
With zest they opt to wake up and do their chores with all their might.
Rain falling from the sky, we know it was a blessing,
Tears rolling through Sierra Leone's eyes...(Pause) God knows the reason
The earth shrink as the flood came,
Beautiful faces were never the same.
It came too fast, our smile it wipes
Yesterday beautiful songs, today sorrowful cries
Good will, aspirations and innovations buried in the mud
Your Tomorrow's agend is all we have left to remember as we mourn.
Yesterday was the naming day, Today the mourning day.
Father couldn't get to watch you as your grow old and play.
Vimto tastes like vinegar in our mouths,
As youth left for the dead and survivors to scouts.
Mother, father the voice of their children calling,
Father couldn't see son,mother couldn't heard her daughter crying.
Numbers cannot be numbered,
John couldn't be recognized by his own brother.
Oh! God why the rain?
Why our faces are not the same?
Why the earth, the earth it couldn't hold?
thus on our backs the rocks must roll?
Water is life but lives now it take?
Why, must on my Nation's mind fear made?
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Am aware that am a cheat,
There is no need for you to repeat.
Despite there might be some facts,
Judge me not! When to know the 'Why' you just can't.
The self comes first,
To look after "IT" is a must.
That why my feelings to one woman I just can't trust.
After the experience of my last short.
Love might be blind, but am not,
And am not a slave to it, because I know my worth.
These ladies are not loyal
And they expect me to treat them like royals
Am watching my back just in case,
Bea has ulterior plans in place.
For my smile not to erase,
I prepare for war when there is peace.
Am not living in my past, but I know the value of experience,
The lessons learned I'll use for the rest of my existence.
Am not using one to generalize the whole.
But the variables are the same, so I dear not wait for her plans to unfold.
I lost my believe,
I took the world to be relieved,
Day by day my face flood
When I got played by the only woman I used to love.
My plans are plain when to you I walk
True I be when we had our first talk,
If I go after your friend and the friend of her friend.
Am not trying to be cruel please try to comprehend
Am just watching my back because no one can,
And you can't assure me that you don't have a made up plan.
For that was the same experience I had with your same kind.
Besides man still die for the mistake of Adam
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The day I was born, is the day I begin to die,
That how the system is designed, there is no known answer even if one get to ask why,
For life and death without one there will not be the other,
Death is inexorable, the fear of it I for long put to slumber.
But before I die,
I must fulfil my purpose as time fly,
Touching countless lives, showing I care.
So even when gone, it shall be evinced that I was here.
I will love and respect all and none I will hate,
Treat everyone beneath as if they were my mate.
Appreciate everyone for the things they do,
Judge none, if I can't walk in their shoe.
I will swelter a cake and dived it to four,
East, North, South, one for each and I will eat the last with West, that for sure.
The cake flavored in unanimity, designed in parity and equity and colored in peace and harmony,
And share the message that we are one made of many.
I will work in the West, sleep in the North, wakeup in the East and dress in the South,
Marry in the North-West, build my dynasty in the East, and dwell in the South.
Farm in the South-East, fishing in the North-West,
And dine with my friends from the South-East and In-laws from the North-West.
Engraved my name not on a rock but in the heart of many,
Not by words from mouth but by good deeds to many,
Shelter the homeless kids, lead the youths and befriend the aged,
Comfort the frail motivate the zest, and free the caged.
Embraced art, and devalued the political vocation,
Spread the unity and love as I contribute to building my nation.
Since the day I was born this is the mission I envisioned
Before I die though seems impossible but I must complete my mission.
Come in angel of death since my soul you must take,
Come into my house and let celebrate
If my mission is yet to complete I ask for a second, minute or even a day,
To complete my mission and we will be on our way
Since you are here for my soul to steal,
I will save you the burden since my name you cannot kill
Hence before I die I have proved that I was here,
By touching one life at a time with such delicacy, tenderness and care.
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By Simeon Austin David Pangu
When i smiled people say thats strength,
Smile denote happiness
No one cared about the length,
Of my pain and weakness.
Perfect in the world of imperfections,i tried to be,
So when I smile the pain within no one get to see.
Instead they smile back at me,
Oh how I wish my pain they could see.
A whitewashed tomb, i am,
Fooling people with my smile because I just can't frown.
Despite thriving towards perfection
I'm the weakest of all creation,
What is strength if my mood is static?
The meaning people attached to smile, isn't it ironic?
Is this what they called strength?
Isn't it sarcastic when they say smiling is wealth?
The smile lingers on even when stressed,
I hate to smile! That i must confessed
But that is what keeps friends around,
And am too weak to scare them away by stop being the smiling clown.
Go away smile go away
Do I need you for another day?
But you are the reason,around me are my friends,
Sadly my answer is a supposed yes.
My smile is fake! It all impression management,
To please those around i had to, even when mind and soul is in torment.
To smile is the decision i make by not deciding,
And that hurt even when others start complimenting.
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Oh my Sierra Leone!
The only land that I own,
I pledge to thee, to bring peace, love, development and unity,
Sadly I act for my interest without any loyalty.
I betray each and every promise to thee I made,
Skinning thy people whom I opted to aid.
I know even though you are independent, but thou dependth on me,
To lead thee to freedom, unity and prosperity.
Each and every day my act caused thee to bleed
I feed thee with hunger, nurture in thee my very corrupt seed.
Shamelessly I speak of my love for thee,
When thine legs I cut, thine eyes blind so thou cannot see.
Even though I pledged to serve thee at all time,
I made thee my servant, serving me at thine prime
I put my interest above yours,
Betraying thy love and trust.
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The man I am is the man I made,
Inventing, reinventing all through the loss and the gain,
The joy, the fun the cry and the pain,
In my was and now, the loss I learn, appreciating the gain.
On a side my desires, on other my deeds
Then hate and love on the side that precedes,
Freedom in captivity my actions hide,
Wisdom and stupidity, my ego, my pride,
Judging the judge that made the judgment I judge,
Laughing the laughter to loved, then fake-smile those I hold grudge.
The man I am is what society made,
Taking from the poor then them pretend to aid
Corrupt values, moral vices,
Unrighteous religious men, holy politicians we praises.
The man, I am is the product of my was,
Those I abstained from, and the instinct I trust,
The actionable action, cowardly acted upon,
For the gold, the silver, the pleasure, the fun.
The man I will be, will be the product of the man I am,
The books I read, the already made plan,
The road I pass that determine the destination,
Then the most important of my decision.
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