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Corona Virus Covid-19

Dear Covid-19, 
Life was a rainbow till you came and replaced the chirping of happy birds, the laughter with our families and friends with the wailings of the ambulances’ siren 

The swing on our playgrounds is swung only by the winds and storms 
And death has unmasked himself, knocking bodly on every door 
We are fed with fears whilst our thirst is quenched by our own tears in which we are drowned

You are chanted in the daily lamentations of the widow, the dirge of the orphan, and the screams and griefs of the widower. 

So,
I sit in my house, kneeling and praying that you become a past tense
Lost in the history of time, defeated by humankind 
As we relight our rainbows 
Dancing  again to the happy chirping that announced every dawn. 

From a concern human

Copyright © Eduardo Bosco | Year Posted 2020



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I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

I know why the cage bird sings
She sings nostalgic melodies of the jungle
Where she flew along , on the wings of the dawn without the restrictions of her cage 
A beautiful place designed for her, a wage 

I know why the cage bird sings 
She sings of society’s miseries and her forlorn hopes torn by them, her captors 
Her ills are not preached by her own pastors

I know why the cage bird sings 
She sings a warning hymn to her siblings 
Those abused by the makers of the laws
To prevent their kids from the fangs that comes out of society’s jaws 

I know why the cage bird sings 
She sings of the one who stole her dignity 
And kept it as a sign of his masculinity 
A fate unearned, a prize for her virginity 

I know why the cage bird sings 
She sings a dirge for her dead soul
Her body , empty like abandoned halls 
Her blood a graffiti, imprinted on the walls 

I know why the cage bird sings 
She sings to us her writers , who are society’s broadcasters 
To send a new message to her tormenters



Copyright © Eduardo Bosco | Year Posted 2020

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The Dilemma of an African Child

- You want to know me ?

I am kissed by poverty at birth 
Our golden sun produces gold no more but heat
I am awaken daily to the crowing of guns 
The cock is gone and bullets are its alternative 

I am welcomed into this world as a sign of hope 
When our signs of hope today are taking us backwards 
My mama told me our generation had the key to success 
Unfortunately, we are married to frustration and depression 

- I don’t know me 

I am here and there, lost in the search for life’s meaning 
Life hits me hard I’m broken 
Like a broken mirror, Sending  incomplete images

I am introduced to a wrong identity from birth 
Everyone shows me that Europe and America is the ideal place to be 
So I’m wondering of all my friends and neighbors 
Who like me grew up seeing America and Europe as their new heaven 

- So here I am 

Trapped in a cage by life’s hunters 
My body like an aged person yearns to retire 
I am lost in the city of oblivion 
My soul I wish will find its way back home 

©?Eduardo De Bosco

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Manhood

They tell us from birth
 To be strong and responsible 
                               To be men
                       To be productive
So we bury our feelings under our shields 
We are renamed ‘cold or jerk‘ when we show our human weakness
                           They said our hearts are stones upon which only moss of bitterness are sown. So all the fighting, all the harming, are deeds intrinsic of us. 
                           They said that Adam’s curse of tailing the soil was solely for us
                          So we grew up acting like  machines, but deep within a lot of us are broken by these conventions


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Wishes

I want our lives to be a wonderful chronicle 
          Cuz’ all you are to me is but a miracle 

I want our lives to be void of obstacles 
          A living rhythm of heavenly canticles 

I want our picture hung up on a pinnacle 
          So I’ll stare at it and write you an article 

I want your love, I have consulted the oracle 
Give it to me and I’ll save it in my receptacle 

Sit here with me let’s ride on this curricle
Leading us straight to the end of this chronicle

Copyright © Eduardo Bosco | Year Posted 2020



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Does anyone care

Does anyone care about souls choked by the hands of poverty,
future shattered against the stones of repression, 
as we are awaken to the alarms of war guns
A daily rhythm of fear to which we dance in tears ?
Does anyone care?

Does anyone care about that ever-crying lad whose dreams have been seized by poverty, Chained by hunger 
as he is kissed by depression and seduced by the torments of daily life ?
Does anyone care ? 

Does anyone care about that lady whom love has imprisoned to an unrepentant beast 
who feast on her on the tables of violence 
and stain her with stigma and hopelessness till her dreams like a bird flies away, leaving her heart dark and void of life and love? 
Does anyone really care ?

Does anyone care about the power bestowed on pollution as the globe cries blood at the mercy of its cruelty 
A reality to which humankind has done merely enough in actuality or at the genius of our scientists at whose hands the world embraces new virus annually? 
Does anyone really care 

Does anyone care about the end of time looking at the signs of time and its far reaching implications upon humanity and  the fact that my ink adds to the barrels of inks spilled against these ills, 
yet we see the devil gowned in golden robes spraying the world with evil. A fact that got me asking, does anyone really cares ? 

                         03/08/2020

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Sing Me A Dirge

Sing me a dirge I pray
Cuz my eyes has loosed sight of the light
Misery has eaten deep into me till I am nothing more but his prey

Sing me a dirge let me cry
So my eyes can look no more to the sky
Sing me the best of that song
Let me dance to it like I were young

Sing me a dirge I pray
Till the sky weep all in fear
Let not her rain of tears 
Wash away my unstopping fears 

Oh sing me a dirge let me try
To do nothing more than to cry
Untangle me not from death's fright
Till I see the heavenly light

Sing me a dirge I pray
So I'll summone the courage to be brave
Suck away all of my strength so I'll embrace nothing but my grave

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We Will Survive The Virus

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When the inks of writers untiringly bleed
And readers with them follow the instructions 
We will survive the virus 

When the prevention is unmet by rejection 
And all mankind in Union stand 
We will Survive the virus 

When fear is overcome by care 
And man drags the virus from our years 
We will survive the virus 


So, in hope we look to the day 

When the cork crows a new dawn 
And chirping birds above us dance 
As temple bells are rung again
And joyful noise from the play grounds resound 
Then we’ll know that we survived the virus 

®?March 18, 2020

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I am Corona

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AFTER S.H.P
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Do not love me as I am corona 
Traveling through space to break your persona 

I have left on your face a ditch from your tears 
Now, all your brethren wear dresses of fears

Paris I raped, she’s no more romantic 
Her heart now is frozen like water from the arctic 

I’ve caused men to scream beyond the pacific
Oh! Africa see, I have invaded the Atlantic 

Dark scary screams, My style of romance 
To prevent me, you’ll need conformance 

Bend on your knees and look up above 
At the saving master who once came like a dove

Do not love me as I am corona
Traveling through space to break your persona 

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The Night Unforgotten

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I dread the night 
I fear its might 
I fear the time most 
When the wolf came against my walls 
Shattering it in vain 
Leaving behind a souvenir of a broken heart in a broken body 
I fear also the howling and what preceded it 
Its fierce look,
long dripping fangs that clipped my tongue to my lips 
I mourned my unheard wailing 
A ghost I was 
I dread the sight 
of the remaining me
A bruised,shattered, and unripe harvest 

So, I stand in the rain
With the hope of washing 
away the stain 
It was gone all in a few seconds
The bruises healed in a few weeks 
But the memory 
Oh the memory, 
a watermark Imprinted on my broken soul,
Sealed in my mind
A graffiti written with my blood 
in its hall of fame 
A constant reminder 
of my lost dignity 
I dread the night 
I fear its might 
Cuz in it awaits the nightmare of the midnight wolf

Copyright © Eduardo Bosco | Year Posted 2020

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