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Armstrong Anyakem Poem
my father told me once
life, my boy, is give and take
—never forget! and he was still
promptly my teenage mind
set to work and i reasoned:
what mean philosophy
to give and to
expect in return. what about
philanthropy? is charity
dead?
what will Socrates think?
clearly the old man’s logic
was flawed. . .
thirty years later here i stand
in the churchyard, a grown man
having scaled the slippery wall
of life and met with many a fall
my unclean feet paused here at last
beside a grave i’ve seen before
to right a wrong i did in the past
just that and nothing more
just that and nothing more
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clad in black berets and boots
all camouflaged with heavy guns
their armoured jeeps in Indian file
like obedient dogs they march along
faces pale from the burning sun
peasants tender, weak and poor
gaze helpless at the peacekeepers:
what begets this act of war?
give them a chance to make their bread
lend them a voice to sing their song
show them love, let them dream
that’s how peacekeeping is done!
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Armstrong Anyakem Poem
I believe in the genius that I am
I believe in my dad and my mom
I believe in my sisters and brothers
In all my friends and my teachers
I believe in our government and leaders
I believe education is power
I believe in loving one another
And in building bridges, not walls
Sometimes I envy all the others
Sometimes I dream of doing wonders
I’m not sure about tomorrow
But I'll shine someday I know
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