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Androvish Berrian Poem
Dear Mr Corona
Allow me remind you how we were
Before you visited us here
I really have to let you know this!
We were happy and never this distressed
Our children sang because we were highly blest
Our hopes were devoid of your presence.
We were happy and never this defiled
Our parents’ hustles, so mild
We would sleep with smiles assured of a sweet morning.
You came upon us like Iscariot
Ready to eat us up like carrot
Sharing in our handshakes and kisses
Now see what you have caused
We run to Lord of all joy
Who has promised us all fears to destroy
Oh! See what you have caused
We visit our Lord of all faith
In holy oil, our bodies He will bathe
Just see what you started
We now run to our Lord of all grace
In whose arms, the safest embrace
You got wrong by coming to our nation
Yes, you will run in desolation
We don’t joke here
Our world shall respond with love
For our help comes from above
Leave as soon as you can
You should have thought this through
O! How our hearts and might renew
Behold, we’ll leave you no mercy
By:Androvish Berrian
Alias Poetic Philosopher
Copyright © Androvish Berrian | Year Posted 2020
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Androvish Berrian Poem
Loving me beyond words
Even to the fall you rode
On a donkey never sold
Each step towards misery
A king’s entry with branches
We played our part with dances
Partake in the feast soonest
With the 12 we’ll feast
Blessings from the top to the least
Wash not my feet, not mine
Speak not always this much
All a part of me must do such
Bathe me with your love then
If you may, wash me whole
Mankind, be kind and serve the soul
Feed on me I give you
Fruit of the vine
Take all that is mine
Despise me not whilst I love thee
A friend lost for thirty
Kisses also come from friends unworthy
Upon bended knees cast your cares
Together we should fight hardship
But a cock reveals a true friendship
Whips, scorns and thorns revealed true love
Spits, insults and pains bagged your troubles
Calvary here I come in struggles
On this wood we won all
All for love,
Taken from above
Roses are red
Violets are blue
It is finished, I love you
Copyright © Androvish Berrian | Year Posted 2020
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Androvish Berrian Poem
“Youth Servant”
Uphold my lowly soul, so close
Let thy strong but tender gribs assail
Drift through the loopholes of my pride at thy will
So far beneath, build up a lowly force.
Aid me lift the weary coil
Set loose the fastened mode
O my, to float once more far above my fall
Where no more, my soul shall fold
With me, a daily force may
Where life & love for the young will give
All my strength, as long as I live
With brothers’ help, day by day.
Copyright © Androvish Berrian | Year Posted 2020
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