The rain
If comes too often
Makes people sad
Besides flood and flu
Inconveniences and economics hazards
I pity the rain because it's like
The sky is crying
A lot of sorrow is ahead
The rain is busy washing away Deforested soils, human sins and Airborne virus
Don't cry baby
You make me feel so sorry and helpless
Not adequate soldiers to fight for tomorrow
There halt evil minded men who forethought of the past only
Ears agaze the voice strikes like lightning borrow
Chains on hands money credits downpress a man lonely
Freedom a black man cried for he received free doom
Breathless trees deforested air not tasty
A mosquito he became flip flapping out of the room
Hands of time chase him he remains shunning hasty
Call it the survival of the fittest in the jungle
Can he reign in romans' empire with luscious?
Poison in the air inhaled souls fisticuffs in the royal rumble
Will then men be redolent they swingeing unrighteous
Heart glazed and glittering with pain this a no more dream
The light is unseen there exist scathe to the ultralight beam
I’d like to have a hundred hands
That portrayed in a tale
To expand the two hands
That gifted by my parents
A Hundred hands to set up the tents
In the refugee camp;
To offer fresh water to the kids
In the dry countries
Deforested by the timber lords;
To blanket the old people
Whom they switched budget
From the welfare to weaponry.
To inspire the blinds
In place of the leading dogs.
I’d like to have a hundred hands
To hug and to pacify
The miserable grassroots people
Whom their govt rated them as
Slaves!
African Fairy Queen
Waterfalls cascading
on a desert island
of mango moon spoon shine
So glistening hot and spicy
lips meet lips and
serpentine devotion
Rhyming poet trees
in motion adoration
native naïve synchronicity
rivers flowing un-pushed
towards the ocean
in vital essence
in sun-showered lust
breathing moaning love
In us the apple is a peach
and we are still naked
twelve ribs twelve promises
breathing together
in and out inout
scenting moist screaming
conjugation
Loving population of once
deforested loneliness
The cob webs have
melted in fusion
in Africa majestic fairy told
meandering to the stars
and back beyond
Life is alive
Queen Moon Spoon
waters rising
lush and honest
Honestly
Oct 2015
From far they traveled
Their lands they abandoned
To see the power of our beauty
Tourists you nicknamed them
Forest, you called me
With green color I celebrated in joy
My body you caressed with care
But why now,
What did I not do right?
Where did I really go wrong?
That with panga you now harm me
Into my veins you inject venom of destruction
Like gang of floods you merciless disposes me
With shameful bald, you have left me
What offense did I commit?
Rain I gave you
With no greedy heart, fresh air I surrendered
Your body smells gold
But your heart, the hurting stone
When am deforested you smile
With fresh water, your thirst I relieved
But why oh why
You now turn me into a laughing stock
With your bitter minds, my belongings you take away
Tears flood down my cheeks
When with your sharp hoes,
You pierce thorns, into fresh of my banks
Your mouth spits out words of comfort
But your mind, the dwelling place of destruction
When I silt you rejoice
To you the godly devil
We shade our tears
The wounds you have given us are painful
The baldness is shameful
We need our belongs back
the dark billows loom
over the deforested land
in the full moon night
2-22-2016
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