Sympathy Corruption Poems

Howl, I said, roar at the moon
Reign I said, cast upon the land
Fill me with fury, feel me with greed
For I am the coursing blood...

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My country is under a siege
That's why I write a dirge
My country is falling apart 
'cause her leaders have taken the wrong path

The land is...

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my sympathies aren’t born of grace
like in the way of the benevolent heiress who,
ever-so-delicately, extends cupped hands
to feed the twittering songbirds 
perched on her windowsill...

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I woke up this morning 
Enveloped by overwhelming feeling 
Of being  left  behind 
In a jungle of calamities
Which my father land has become...

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Space n Time
Out of place

Things are out of grace

Nothing has rhyme or reason anymore 
Losing all trace

Out of our time within our space
Everything is sublime...

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In a frail rectangle,
Dark and sweet,
A man found his sorrow,
Fire beneath his feet,
Cross the delicate line,
between Heaven and Hell,
Smirk the sins of his past,
Life was...

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A HOUSE DIVIDED
 
What right do you have to tell someone 
Else how to use their bodies like they should

You don’t run their life and...

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Nigerians are on the run
Refugees in search of Asylum 
No more sweetness in their fatherland
Their dreams have crumbled 

The giant of Africa is in shambles
With...

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Is this the price we pay for our right to have guns 
the blood of innocent souls lost to oblivion: a gentle violence

Forever a mental...

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The king is deception the queen clothed is greed
A tidal wave of tyrant power, overstocking their supplies while we suffer and bleed but I see...

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Pushing past the tangles of imagery 
faded torn things better left unknown 
broken toys and metronomes tones 
scattered after a Wars drone 
the voices of...

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Sitting here lost in thought 
listening to this graveyard noise 
just looking out into dust and ash.

I see you drifting into an empty city 
of...

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Long live in halcyon days 
of yore the golden age 
of my history mysteries 
known to none but one.

My inner terminal washed 
in ancient memory...

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Dark hollow words echo 
in my skin for things 
I have done in numerable sins 
counting each a thorn of pain 
dark hollow words distain...

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Snow drifts in front of the cars high beams 
finding their death in the sharp white 
far away into the night 
The Engine silently hums...

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