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Lively Ironies

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AN INSPIRATION FROM VISH 
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Our life is a long nightmare 
Leaping to and fro, a hunted hare 

She births darkness admist the day 
And sweeps the smile that lights our way

She meets mankind in joyful feasting 
And leaves his life in sorrow fasting 

She sounds the gong, a birth announcing 
And chants the dirge, a life departing 

She sews our hearts in one affection 
And let them loose in separation 

She feeds our soul from flowing fountains 
And breaks our heart on rocky Mountains 

Our life is a long nightmare
A golden opportunity to live right here

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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

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Empty Halls

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She was filled with the laughter 
of her host and invitees 
As her lights were lit by their hopes and dreams 
Life was a  paradise unnoticed 
Till the lights went out 
and darkness invaded 

As fear over us pervaded,
Hearts sunk in grief
Eyes drowned in tears 
Deafening silence above her 
soared
Our halls became a cemetery 
Lifelessness took our forms 
The stage hosted our ghost
Singing nolstagic melodies 
as the birds, bees, and insects danced in our former spot 

The chandeliers held no more lights but darkness
And the chairs were cold 
and lifeless 
Our life became miserably beautiful 
The world biggest prison 
and our homes became its cell
Only that it was different 
It hosted families reunited in love 
Hoping and praying for a change 

Yet, 
Thick Cobwebs of frustrations hung around her 
Tears rolling against her windowpanes
And our blood were graffiti written on her walls 

Finally we started giving up 
As the alien grew stronger
She conquered for days,
and Weeks, and months 
Till our eyes were red and blurry 
And our hopes grew old and weary 

But, 
We were stronger than that 
aware that we were on a stage( the world)
It was a horror movie 
Only that we all were its characters 
Doctors, pastors,
Babies, teenagers adults,Soldiers,bankers, scientists 
A Third world War fought not with guns
But prayers, masks, gloves, sanitizers, healthy living and Bullets of Physical social-distancing and uncertain treatment 
Yet,
In these we hoped for a happy dawn to refill and light our halls again

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Till I Discovered Me

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Till I discovered me
I was a lab-rat in our home
Your surgical blade left prints 
of your brutality on my fragile skin 
My body like a dancehall knew different beats.
Beat of slaps that put out the 
light in my eyes, of your ceremonial punches, 
of your kicks, and the disco 
to which your cane danced on my body accompanied with songs of shouts and insults

Till I discovered me 
I was a bird in your cage 
Fed from whatever you presented to me 
My children didn’t know the beautiful me 
and thought the blue-black spots,red eyes, and the melancholic face were part of what I was made of
But how could I tell them that you were the beast that ruined me of my beauty?

In silence I sat in our home as you bullied me with violence 
My eyes became a fountain of unending tears 
And my fears, my children ate for their bread 
Discovering in their innocence that something was wrong 
Then,
I discovered me and the choice to leave 
To fly on happiness’ wings even if it meant being single 
So,
I became me
Free from you and happy and alive again 

#Against_Domestic_Violence

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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

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A Cry From the Dungeon After Lexi Green

Lord I’m tied up
Crying from this dungeon
Oh! I need anything now but your redemption 
Hold my hands Lord, pull me from this frustration 

I’m on my kneels 
Lord, Crying in this dungeon 
Look down on me and hear my supplication
I’m suffocating, send in your ventilation 

Truly Lord,
I’m crying from the dungeon 
My plans with the devil has reached it’s termination
My bible, my rosary, my kneels are ammunition
With these, he will meet his beautiful destruction. 

Lord 
I’m crying from this lonely dungeon 
Look not only on me but save too my nation
All of my friends, my love and relations 

Lord I’m ready
crying from this dungeon 
Accept my plead, my humble supplication 
Leave me not, but grant me thy salvation

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I Am An African Boy

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I am an African boy 
I was carved from the chocolate melanin of the African soil
Tutored under the iroko tree by her grand sages
Baptised in the palm wine of Bomi hills
I am an African boy

I am an African boy 
I was creamed with the coconut oil from cape coast
Explored the shores of the Atlantic Ocean
Taught to walk on the golden sand of the Sahara
I am an African boy


I am an African boy 
I was maltreated for my hospitality
Humiliated for my humility
Discriminated for the color of my skin
But I remain the pride of my race
I am an African boy

I am an African boy
I am not the one written in the history books of the colonist
neither their so called ‘lesser being’
I am the best and only version of me
I am an African boy


I am an African boy 
I am the brother of Cesaire and Senghor 
Cousin of Diop, nephew of Nkrumah 
Grandson of  Blyden 
I stand for black pride in the world today 
I am an African boy

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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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Memories

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Love they said was a music and you were its composer 
I remember you and all I ever knew was nothing but you 

I lost my heart when our eyes met and since then I became your prisoner 
entangled between the tentacles of your heart gasping for breath

I ran for you, panting from the long distance created by you
Your stares were menacing, especially when our love went dry 

I listened to the tunes you plucked when you play
Your e-chord signified evil 
and the d-chord meant you were its devil 

One moment I was lost in your arms breathing the Shea butter that scented your skin
The other moment I was drowned in my tears 
Fears of the unknown overcame me
My world tore apart, I was all but a broken image crying to be mended. 

On my bed I heard you sing nostalgic melodies
Melodies played on our first date, when love was pure and gold
When the crickets chirped our hymns as we listened beneath the starry nights 
When our hands were warmers and not weapons 
Melodies of the nightingale that perched on our tree beneath your window 
And the shouts of our neighbors when we danced to our favorite songs on sundays 

Now, those memories are drowned in the oceans 
Drowned by our anger and betrayal 
By the gist and gossips we heeded to 

So,
I lay in my bed hoping that the rising tide will bring us back

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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