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As I look pitifully at the expression of the drowning man;
Picturing how he works his way,
Trying his capability; pleading Nature for his life back.
As the going gets helpless,
The drowning man makes scratches at the bank of the rushing brook;
Gathering a sum of clay tightly in his fist;
Death has his hands on him,
Moving alongside him, through the mindless brook;
Bearing him without mercy; stealing from humanity so helpless.
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When a free world is threatened,
Letting everyone awake to security:
As the future seem so hard to predict;
When a free world is made homeless,
Parting us to think one another’s hate, or
Getting us united for a better tomorrow:
When a free world is given a will to fear,
The lonely looks on;
Sticking to a hardest clique: to call a family.
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I WISH I KNOW WHY
A clot of blood into fetus my full form appear,
So unique I know for I have no siblings;
I rip pictures off my wall,
Names of fake dudes out of my list;
I wish I know why, attracting hate even when l'm not
the blame.
A spirit become flesh out of nowhere is my
knowledge;
Nature do explain, but,
Why am I the next trash in God's eyes to be called
great?
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We have to accept every religion with respect and open arms.
It seem like we are here to eat, make good and then to die;
Getting hate, fighting wars over religious made covens:
We stand far from seeing love, peace or acceptance;
If we can’t live up to appreciate others for whom they are;
Where then do we go?
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Looking at the hues of these lives:
Civilization has wasted so much time,
Sharpening our old and rusted tool in hand:
We have come far with change, as nature brought the play:
Folks of a hue sail out of their coast,
Navigating across oceans in search of wealth, land and fame;
These sailors discovering other hues not as theirs;
Showering these in-lands with gifts –
Leading the in-lands through trade –
Deceiving and robbing them out of their intelligence.
Taking advantage of the indigenous people made possible:
Pruning the mess that has grown up without care;
Bringing about the movement of the Republican Party;
That set the crown of glory upon Abraham Lincoln’s head:
Not to forget the civilians’ blood,
That streamed in most streets especially that of Gettysburg;
By the south war against the north:
The greatest and all time American’s president got shot.
Civilization did sigh for humanity as matters turned from bad to worst.
Many years after, many freedom fights emerged;
As Martin Luther king’s dream fought for civil right,
Breaking the neck of slavery and prejudice:
We lived to see a black president of the United States,
A dream That Abraham Lincoln also thought possible.
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The coffin sways;
The people grumbles;
Popping out drinks to libation,
Pacifying with the ancestors to receive the deceased;
As so is thought of the content in the coffin
Unwilling to depart into the grave:
The coffin sways, and what is thought dead,
Has awakened from a long lasting coma;
Kicking and shouting so loud, but no one could possibly hear.
The coffin rest on holds of the family: swaying, and who cares.
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From nowhere came a female rodent,
With some couple of mice of her own;
Looking far no, on the field of humanity;
Drawing near in search for some grain to feed on:
Unfortunately where they came to was a pepper plantation.
Their disappointment didn’t guide them to back away.
The mother ordered her mice to scatter and destroy.
The rush and work of the mice went on for a while,
And then they stopped to cry out:
“Mummy, the pepper hurts”.
The mother laughed and said to them,
“It is not for sweetness we’re after but man’s ruin.
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Study the look of young folks,
Employing their steps to abide by a routine course,
Their school has on going.
Some may miss out of being dunce;
But many others may heed and may improve.
Study carefully the dudes,
As they take off time,
From class to keep tensions down for better tomorrow:
They do come around in cliques;
Making them known by what they wear,
Whether for peace or trouble the crowd they meet tells it all.
Study the look of students,
As they close from school;
Singing to one another;
Taunting one another into a fight:
These guys, some years to come, may affect their country;
In a bad way or in a good way:
Anywhere you come across these guys pity them a lot;
For some may die in jail: and some others where they could.
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Starve that living one;
And then see, the dead cells failing to reform,
Bringing weaknesses;
Slowly stealing it out of breath:
Save that brute by an offer of a drink;
There, the lungs and the veins being weakened and
shrunken,
Getting the living troubled by rage;
Desiring anything appetizing and edible:
Serve the living one with food,
Then, study carefully the change,
As the living hurriedly rules and devours the virtual
as any brute could.
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Anywhere I appear I make myself known;
I can’t be obscure, and that is obvious:
I have an incredible innate as all humanity;
I have weakness too,
That at times set me to be down in the dumps.
If that hidden weakness is really a shame,
Then right at shame, we all fall short to perfection.
That is what it is,
Digging out meaning out of everything,
That takes my attention:
I’m so good at commanding alphabets,
But not better at numbers.
Eh! That is a place I own, that is who I am.
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