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Hamzat Adams Poem
Am the devil
Father of all evil
You all here because I am
He leaves you all in my arm
Am the royal god of goodness
Come, my children follow my deed and become prince and princess
To live in forever Happiness
Am a god
Am a god of deceive
And rudeness if you can perceive
While you have to pay for what you receive
I don't care, if you believe
Come to me at black, to worship
And I will become your pilot and ship
While you become my sheep
Demon of money
Is my mommy
For you who want some honey
In your days of living
Demon of fame
Is my son
I can make you brighter than sun
While you pay with your soul
Demon of power
Is my sister
That need no master
Come and you shall be master
And be the slave to hidden master
Thee children of mine
Forget not to wait in my kingdom of hell
For I am your father
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The Death of me
Differ from death of you
Death of mine stays in me
While yours follows you
Thou sees not of thee death
Death of faceless faces
The death of me which dies with me
Death is not of one
Death is that of many has living soul
My death shall dies with me
Has Thou death shall kills thee
Only one death has been made for you
Only if my death could eat
I will offer the fruit of forgetfulness
Only if I can kill
I will kill Him before my time
Only if my death is blind
I will hide for Him to pass me by
For Him is here with me
All I can pray for
is Him growing old with me
The Death himself await
For God's death
Which is promised
If death is killed by God
Than who will we call death?
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Thou that plant shall harvest
Goes to all human farmers
Planting sinful seeds
Everyday in a sinful ways.
Thou that plan shall harvest
Thee plant might be yam
Taking its rightful time to germinante
It can be delay ne'er can it be terminate
And slowly it will come
Slower than snail
Bigger than Boundary of torment.
Thou that plan shall harvest
Some plant are beans
Faster than bullet
Sharper than sword
And early it shall come.
Thou that plant shall harvest
Good or bad your plant might be
Bad seeds takes time to before harvest
While good seeds are easily terminate
All seeds shall germinante
Ready for its owner's harvest
As long, He who photosynthesis the plant lives.
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Thee feels sickness
Am not that of sickness
Am a curse to your destiny
Am thee who takes you from your many
To Thou land of any
I might come in day light
Afternoon or Thou sweet night
I might come hast Thou strong as rock
And Thou breaks thee like stick
Thou not a killer
While thee view as a murder
I take thee on a journey
Journey of soul only
Where Thou shall be lonely
Am the truth Thou seek for
The future of Thou future
Am water which is inevitable
Thee with no choice but drink
Listen! Thee who moans awfully
Keep this at the back yard of mind
Moans nor for those who embark
Because, also am at your back
Coming faster than you think
Moan for Thou yours
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This world of inequality
Mainly in times of torment
Finding fortune which is not lost
As world turns you at U-turn
Ready to move at your speed
Ready to stop at your death
In this world of inequality
The golden son with silver spoon
While guttering son in Stone spoon
In this world of inequality
Women hungers for power
While men has it without stress
In this world of inequality
Where those with disability
Offend non in sins or crimes
While those with ability
Offer no sacrifice
In this world of inequality
Those who work as Carmel
Eating as mouse
Those who work as ant
Eating in walks of Lion
In this world of inequality
Where death kill not of the wicked
Taking those of good act
In this world of inequality
Where its human color are unequal
Take a look up high to see it shape
Unequal it is
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What is life?
To those who have lost hope
All they think is their life to be rope
While life to them is an edge of knife
Which cut all expectation
For them who see non of their
destination
As their life lack ambition
While their lives fill with sad sensation
Life without hope is a misery
Fill with lot of bad history
In their days of happy misery
What is life?
To those who have hope
who works day and night for them to cope
They wait for things to get better
Even when they're in bitter
Their trust in God makes them stronger
While their life lack lively things which makes them weaker
Non do they hope for death
For those who think they are getting closer to wealth
In their days to come
What is life?
To those who don't need hope
They are born in abundance of hope
With all they have in hold
As they live in silver of gold
All they see is diamond on their road
Having hope in their pocket
Which makes them see life as man mold
Non do they taste from bitterness of hope
All they taste from, is bitterness of health
Life is a river
Those who can swim enjoys water
Those who can't drown of it
Life which is a market
Where your hope in pocket
Determine what you hope to buy
Life is as small as an hole
That has no end
Life is a game
To those who can play it
What is life to you?
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Within the deep dark
Feels does of dozens
Riches made within
Poverty eradicated at once
Living thousands of days within a day
World at thee dispense
Justice done to those of unjustified act
Death to despise ones
Tears of cries occur nor
God as a grantor
Grant non of this
Set misery away
In bound to boat
To sail and race
In an ocean of uncertain possibilities
Feeding from thou catch
Fear calls by pirate
Bound breaks in a capsized boat
When ends comes to that journey
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? Beyond ????
came indeed they conquer
Which makes the world their locker
In they world of evil
They've changed to devil
Having lot of fellow in follow
Through a path which lacks joyful sorrow
Jumping in joy jungle of chilled fire
Chained with an unseen wire
When world moves to their way
As devil meditate in time plot
When and where to turn them to hay
Ay, your unforsaken sweeten hell is here
Cumbersome it's on thou hair
For that you came, you conquer in defeat
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Days seems dark
While sky song sing so bright
That of mine shall never lack
Thee in heart at light
We strive without knife
With all our pens on table
Inks which links us to life
For Thou love is incomparable
Let my voice be heard
Within you my power lies
Among those of many head
In source of heaven eyes
Unfading you shall be
Even when world forsake me
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If I'm to die
I will die in the hands of death
Buried in the stomach of sands
I will fight war as plants
Who strive hard to survive
In raining sun or dry the weather might be
I will climb the mountains of no top
Swiming in ocean of no end
If I'm to feed
I will drink from my sweat
After eating lunch of dinner from my flesh
Facing the dance at floor
If I'm to see
I will light the candle in my father's face
Drink from his spilt
Eat from his brain
If I'm to succeed
I will look beyond my reach
Walk in steps of sands of the victory
To create a pathful path to follow
Worth a story also praising song
Then I could dine with heaven
Wait with my two face close
For death can kill me no more
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