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Wasili Muhammad Poem
Child is no longer a child
when is chewing a chain
Chain cannot be chew
if child is still a child
What can tickle a child to laughter
can’t stroke a cat to sleep
Cat still likes stroke
but no fingers to stroke it back
Child is a gold in parent’s hands
when child still a child
Child become a stick of pull on
when parent cripple to an old age
Child is foal
when grown into horse carry the cart of his family
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Wasili Muhammad Poem
Juvenile in a city of love
Journal of June jeopardize jolly of my jubilee
Journey of my fond judge George jolt my bridal
Juvenile in city of dowdy dowager
Jumper justify forever journey of my judge George
Juvenile in a moor of mound
Joy and jovial of my junior jag me jejune
Weep of my heart Jointure and jostle my jubilation
Like an orphan
Emphatic loves of Judge George throw me into jaunt of
Geneva
Junior enquire jamboree picture of my judiciousnessI Feel as i joint my Judge George
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Wasili Muhammad Poem
War
War cry in warfare
Warhead on one head
Warpath in wartime
Warlike wallop war-weary
War weapon wean the public weal
Weal and woe welding worst
Will-o-the wisp in willows
Will is wick lighten it whorl
Burn itself
Worst
Action to
Retaliate
Is war
War a wildfire in present world
War wile to win wistfulness
War wishful thinking a witty wound
War is like crescent
If it left for fourteen
Wild is wide to worth
Wall on your own
Terror in your weeps
Old war, sojourn
In new war
Missile miss it mark, melting on masses
Mistake that met it missions
Monkey face of war makes man military
Hot war, wanton war
Lull in lurk
War is lullaby
One soldier sobs the nation.
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Oh my goodness!
He is in his army's form
With an eagle badge
His loud in the merge
Lift right, lift right, lift right, lift right!
He is a standing major
Master Monday
Fought for the nation
His faith that insisted him
He lost without rank
No eyes on his legacy
Hunger cries for his children
Sleeping in sun
Running for rain
Shivering on floor
Embraced his fate of Harmattan
Late hero died in battlefield
Fought to save the nation
In a cold, hot, rainy days
Shrunk like a sleeping flower
Dumb by melodious sonic boom of war
Crippled to save today
Blinded to open our day
Gone mad to mining the golden day
His family lived in heart weep with penalty of his pension
Raises hands for alms
Those bullets ran behind
His war riffle is his crutch in peacetime
Standing major squat in parry
the nation was disabled
Houses ruins no hands to buildup
Spent rest of his lifetime on wheelchair
Lost an eye!
What makes a man, man
Also makes a man child
Grant major as national hero
Who propped up an old tree?
When it no longer bear its fruit
Oh my goodness!
End up with nothing, wreath on grave.
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Wasili Muhammad Poem
I am bird but unlike you
I can fly, I can‘t perch
Why I flap like a cloth
I can trace, I can’t see
Why I can’t see just a Rader
I can fly, with my pelt
How could I fly without plumage?
I can flit, I can plod
Why I am a bird, can’t plume itself
I can sing, just a cry
Why can’t cheep like a robin?
I have teeth like a rat
Why I can’t lay like a bird
I am bird without nest
Why am I live in a cave?
I can drink, can‘t pick
Why I can fly in the night
I am a bird, not bad
Why am I being fright night to you
I am a bird in mammal figure
Why am I fly, if I am not?
Your mystic, you can laugh
Yes you can boast
How beauty you are.
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