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Accursed still, be the cursed rapist
Who in blind pedophilia
Prey upon our little girls.
Condemned still, be the condemned satyr
Who, in sadistic cannibalism
Pounce upon our little sisters!
Alas, the tears!
Bitter salty tears that gulley to waste
The soft cheeks of their innocent faces
Alas the ruins!
The ruins of shattered dreams,
Wrecked ambitions and murdered hopes
Alas, the tears!
But tremble ye rapist, and quack!
For hark, the sound of a bell,
Though not the common one, but a knell
To summon thee to the flames of hell
And by God the truth I do tell
There in the pit you’re sure to yell
Gnashing your teeth in the bowels of hell
No Lazarus, no spring nor well
Only the sear and the roast, till you swell!
Dear heavens!
The bitter tears of the children,
May judgment come!
Copyright © Blessing Mwoyongewenyu | Year Posted 2014
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Share with friends
Share with loved ones
And share with all
The words of this our song:
“Children the hope,
Children the strength
Children the future
And children the life
To them is the nation
More so, the Kingdom of God!”
May this our song spread
Into the towns and villages
Let it be sung
In the churches and beer halls
In the homes and workplaces
That the children may live their full lives
And give us their worth in the course.
And if our vision day dawns
To all our invaluable children
We shall part our lips in song:
“Children the hope
Children the strength
Children the future
And children the life
To them is the nation,
More so, the Kingdom of God!”
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Above the skies dwells One
The maker of all, the owner of all
The only when there was none
Who as vessels of clay formed all
and leased his breath to what he'd done
Above the skies dwells One
To whom our knees should wear
With kneeling time'n again
And our voices tear
With praise'n amen!
Above the skies dwells One
Above the skies indeed?
I would say He be there as here
For all is in Him
And He in all
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I saw a lovely lily
In the valley of beauty
Said to come back for it
For it held my very heart
I saw a lovely lily
In the valley of beauty
But my faint heart lingered
And my feeble heart stayed
And when later I came
To claim the lily in the valley
Someone held it to his own heart
I missed the lily that I loved
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Farewell, thou woeful year,
Of your woes I got my full share
And grieved my heart in pain and care
But now, of your days, I have spend the last
That onwards you be known my past
As I, with glee, set my back upon your sight
And look ahead on tomorrow’s year
With the last shred of my bartered hope
It was indeed in vain
That we labored and toiled
As we strove to climb the ever-rising mountain
And, in hope of some paltry prize
Raced in pursuit of howling gales,
Or vainly still, upon a rained day
Mopped the sodden floors of roofless huts
Till our bloody-sweat did stream
The valleys of this our cursed land
As we wailed our somber song of woe
In sighed notes and groaned tones!
And for dance our flimsy starved selves
Did sway and limb in the wind,
Cracking our horned hands
In applause to our fated doom!
But farewell then, woeful year
It is here that we do apart:
You to the tales of a past,
And me to the beckoning of a future
Farewell indeed,
Year of my woes!
Copyright © Blessing Mwoyongewenyu | Year Posted 2013
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Though my heart should seem to be sinking
Its not like a lone vessel, sinking at sea
Rather, like the golden sun
That slips beyond the western horizon;
It shall rise in the morning!
Copyright © Blessing Mwoyongewenyu | Year Posted 2019
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