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Solomon Dzrobi Poem
Until the cap is won, effect of heat on reasoning remains unknown.
Until the palace is visited, that comfort creates discomfort is undiscovered.
Until power is tasted, that corruption is a genetic disorder remains a fallacy.
Dereliction, never a power disability, but a long inherited trait in ANTIQUITY
The Lion hectors the antelope
The Antelope terrorizes the grass
Strength uncommon to both BUT power.
Vulgarism and terrorism, power that corrupts the powered.
Corona virus, a legal tender to decipher corrupt human trait
The politician the national purse suppressed, the Grocer the destitute suppressed.
Copyright © Solomon Dzrobi | Year Posted 2020
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Solomon Dzrobi Poem
I had a dream in my dream
In this dream of my dream I saw a rose
A rose so bloomy and well scented
A rose very catchy to the eye
Appealing to the eyes and nose
A very rare rose indeed
An adorable rose
I drew closer to it
Admired it for a moment
At the moment I was in a fix
In the darkness of doubt
You raised the lamp of love
Then I realized plucking it will make it wither
To make it last forever I have to let it. E
Fencing round this rose became impeccable
Hale and hearty moments will only come when it is fenced
No daily-dally then
With haste and accuracy I finished my fence
Never knew the joy from a rose until I rose towards a rose
Then I realized that my joy is enveloped in a rose
Copyright © Solomon Dzrobi | Year Posted 2022
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Solomon Dzrobi Poem
So adorable a day to date
What else can u do than a date
With ur creator in the church
And then with ur family after church
Hosanna is what u can sing
With whatever voice jxt try to sing
Our Savior is born today
Be happy bcoz it lasts a day
Merry Merry Xmas
Copyright © Solomon Dzrobi | Year Posted 2021
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Solomon Dzrobi Poem
Irony of Life
In the quest for more, desires take flight,
A luxury car owner envies the jet's height.
The motorbike rider dreams of the car's gleam,
While the cyclist longs for the engine's scream.
The one on foot watches the bike glide by,
Yearning for wheels, a chance to fly.
And the one with legs, in silent plea,
Envies the walker, wishes to be free.
From planes to feet, desires interlace,
In the irony of life, we all chase but nothing.
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Copyright © Solomon Dzrobi | Year Posted 2024
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