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Mukelabai Lufwendo Poem
My
story
inspires
many
headers
Told
and
written
by
many
readers
By
ancient
kings
dabbed
by
sword
Through
to
now
spreads
its
word
Every
troubled
man
alive
does
deserve
Its
embrace
before
he
meets
his
grave.
As
he
lies
six
fit
beneath
the
earth
Maybe
he
may
in
peace
sleep
in
death.
Since
the
day
she
fell
under
my
radar
She
wrecked
my
heart
like
a
grader,
Working
and
parching
dusty
roads.
My
heart
clearly
saw
and
heared
codes
Written
in
love
by
love
for
love,
For
two
souls
me
and
her
linked
as
skies
above
And
oceans
below
upon
rain
horizons:
Beautiful
and
colorful
for
love
reasons.
My
story
is
of
many
words,
Crushing
down
as
many
heads
Would
together
with
their
hearts,
Had
they
all
felt
what's
in
my
guts:
All
the
way
heavy
and
sweet,
Better
than
gravy
and
wheat.
All
these
words
wouldn't
describe
The
words
upon
my
heart
they
inscribe.
My
life
blooms
and
bursts
in
flames
Of
rich
sweetness
my
heart
claims.
All
what
a
story
my
life
writes!
Of
feeling
and
joy
of
great
heights.
Upon
my
heart
will
my
palms
rest;
Hers
breasts
will
i
rest
on
my
chest:
That
i
may
look
into
her
eyes;
That
our
love
forever
never
dies.
Copyright © Mukelabai Lufwendo | Year Posted 2013
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Mukelabai Lufwendo Poem
As a man
Fire burns unquenched.
Marrow red with passion,
To shape my bones as worthy,
To stand and dine among the elite.
That my name may too speak
My rightful place:
I endevour as i should,
To be above for honor and pride:
Fighting! nackles, stature and words,
To protect and nourish my own.
And shield away bitter winds
Oh what a duty
Weighing on man's shoulders
That many use for a gauge:
Why let money define responsibility?
could love be true without incentives?
Is love worth the money men die for?
We sweat,
Things we shed blood for
In tiny and many ways,
All from a single moment
A point in every man's life
Baby features and character dies
A man is place of it is born.
The bitter sweet;
An aroma from the fountain of life;
Springing forth from grounds of hope;
Promising blissful joy in exhaustive pains:
When it gets worse, it is worth it;
It gets bitter before it gets better.
I journey on
In tunnels and darkness thick
Focused on my promised fate,
Full of abundant bread and corn,
As the christian bible promised the meek,
My end i'll meet, whether early or late
Copyright © Mukelabai Lufwendo | Year Posted 2013
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