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Love and Care

Love and care

It is movables love plus care
Obtained to our mom
It real love I dare
We found from our real mom
It is loved future seen
Given by our black mom

Love and fear

It is totally fear
Regenerated from our dad
Though it is clear
Good manner from our dad

Love and help

Help me my blood sister
We are born to assist each other and not fight
My direction and teacher
Show me where to reach my peace fetcher

Love and fight

Let me look
Behold my little best
Israel and Pakistan,
The brotherhood states never best
Me and you
Not sister and you
Construct a developmental fight
A peaceful fight
Though I’m a real Sudanese
I can cope to be a real sweetish

Love and life

Never pretend a knife
Cutting a beef life
You are the husband of the wife
Blame me not
I’m in life
Censure me not 
I gonna have a real life
To see my back not to admire my fore

Love and care and fear and help and fight and life
A real and definite friend do
An exe and a hole
Other dig and the other cut
Let us become 
The knife of peace
To cut the beef of wars
The reddish of betrayal
Likely, notably the blackness of poverty

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It Is More For You

It is more for you
For me I’m done, for me is just a little
I count by eyes blinking
I alter by tongues twisting
One, two, three
Ask yourself, why are you here?

I give you one
You are here for studying
You are here for subject studying
Hug your education as your mother dying in dark
Like your food in drought

I give you two
You are here for studying
Nothing else but your subjects too
Find knowledge for any strength you have
Likely in bible you believe

I give you three
You are here for studying
No more but your environments
They may do positively, study them
Count one, two, three; you’re here for studying.

Your cracked hut, to where you sleep
Reflects poverty of no wealth
I know your mind is active
Don’t dump it into poor temptations
Count one, two, three you are here for studying

It is because they don’t know the meaning
Now you’re wearing dirty and toned clothes
Parents of yours converse in clubs
They remember nothing but alcohol
Count one, two, three; you’re here for studying

You better say no to your sexual drives
Because your sister was chased out of school
Hold a nameless child in her womb
Likely to your brother; dancing in poor peer groups
Count one, two, three; you’re here for studying

You will take a promise of no lie
You’ll achieve; wisdom, skills, and attitude
As long as you study in big three
Remember the world is waiting for you
Count one, two, three; you’re here for studying
_a dream speech of a parent in schools

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Mother, Show Me the Way

Mother! Show me the way
The real parent 
A seed plant from its plant
From what is planted comes a real parent
Mother! Show me the way

No more arguing 
From blood, fresh, water and going_
Forming a child of parent and mothering
Mother! Show me the way

I call her mother
Calling her everything I don’t bother
No me nor brother
Remembering a steam, real world of father
Mother! Show me the way

She might be left
Meandering right to left
The children to benefit 
From back looking the prints left by foot
Determining the real gear from the pot 
Of my mother in order to eat
Mother! Show me the way

She might be used
Let me call the pleasurable to be not measured 
From where by the moments of pleasure my father pretend
Removing day, welcoming dark, these depend
The direction of the day of today in play
This is the horned saying of the poet to deploy 
Mother! Show me the way

She sweat without sweet
Day to day, morning to morning
Humidity encouraging her, motivated under digging
What was found, taken without any profound?
To the others to eat, from my mother’s sweat
Mother! Show me the way

My African mother, a real woman
Regardless of no man, a teacher or layman 
As you see the moon, out from the sun
Show that I’m your son, let me out from the summon
As it is what we get out from what we receive in
Negative relation and the negative impact come on
Mother! Show me the way

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Real Life Repeats

Down in the dumps
Ducks drop in dams
Design the due in daily dots
Documentary life dreamt as a slept dog.

Do or die
Doesn't go down
Deplete or defunct
Dim fights betrayal in doo-wop
Dancing daily in dams
Daily bread, daily living.

Right as rain
Remembering the rainfall drops
Real green relaxes under the rules
The rule of evidenced remedies
The ribs remember the rigs
Ro-setta stone coins
Real life repeats.
	13, April. 2018

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I Am At the Top of the Mountain

I’m at the top of the mountain
I left rift valleys, crossing rivers
But now I seat at the top and again
Quarrels and crisis from each sides
They deafen my true love
That come across me in the wind
I’m at the top of the mountain

I appreciate the sky
To where I look and see wet and dry
Faces of hate and betrayal
But the coming blue sky
Will cover the tears of find lovers and denial
I’m at the top of the mountain

Rise me up, and up again
Give me more, and more again
Because your smile, kiss, and hug
Sink into love ocean and drug
Into the snow of the mountain.

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I Am Poor

I know that I’m poor
Come my uncle, come my aunties
Side by side, I wish the plate

Mother! Show me the way
A dream of the day
Come to me once a day
A whole night no sleeping
Give the spear of the late
I spit because of the plate

First chamber with fruits
The famous one from Italy
Second chamber with vegetables
Because the followed one will be of burnt hen
My stomach will feel full
As I see the last chamber full of rice
This is the life my preface

Tight the un tighten
And cover the uncovered
One day you’ll give me the dream plate.

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Tanzania

Tanzania my Butterfly
anticipated with numeral directions
nominated with loved colors in your worth
zigzag you have no true way; a vission in education
as you produce, as you use not, as they depend
normally you clear them with the powerfull ideas
i tear a drop of my blood to the innocent death
a republic country of my own united flies.

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Life Is the Walking Death

if i tell you that i love you;

will you sing for me all national anthems
of the black countries, of the white countries
will you give the defined hope of the Indian religions
if i tell you that i love you,
will you sing for me the poem?
'we need love, we need to be loved'

if i tell you that i love you;

will you come to me in my dream?
a dry to wet dream or a reminder to remind a dream
that i'm black i live in dark, i fight for light
this is my light, as it is your light
for better future, for tomorrow's bright
will you dream for me, or will you live my dream?

if i tell you that i love you;

will you kiss me from empty to dust my sweat
with your red tongue, will you colour me reddish?
or you will travel with my romantic kisses to the top
with empty hands to wave the up
smoothly touch from the sole to the head
that you will wake up, walk up, run up
against the rubbish, the boyish and girlish or the foolish.

if i tell you that i love you;

will you read for me the proverbs
or will you lead me to the lives
to live for them, to live for me, or to tire them
if i tell you, will you bring them
the dead living, the hatred, the never loved hearts
from the holy books, will you show the realities?

if i tell you that i love you;

will you wear once again your mask?
or you will give me the task
to clean the skin scars with the water wells
as the overnight standing against the falls
where by its winds travel their dreams
hanging their goals in their deep sleeps.

if i tell you that i love you;

will you listen to me till i visit no breath
or you will give me the life without worth
i remember your little laugh against the pure oath
you're the loudly laughter; as lastly you laugh
listening silently or noise arguing; enough is enough
i better call the proof of life
that, life is the walking death.

if i tell you that i love you;

will you employ me with my naked body
or you will hang me latter in the red blood
as you wished from me, from my emptiness
i given my value to blind my dignity
i think you will hire me, as well as fire me
from out of my soft skin, to the well rough skin.

if i tell you that i love you;

will you be able to read my small words
that from long time ago was printed at my skull
nourished and mould well cleaned from school
will you try to sense them, as they are bitter as poisons
helpless to the minded
kindly very hopeful, to those who give and take
it is for better giving and for better taking.

if i tell you that i love you;

will you cry with me in the state houses
or will you mourn with me in the dark black huts
as grandsons and granddaughters are buried in the soil
of whom they sit and relax with their tail.

if i tell you that i love you;

will you come again to ask for the chance
a chance to care your reference
from your background, bond with bond your mind to get confidence
or you will visit your last sacrifice
that determined your nationalist as you're the radical patriot
in the dirty hands, with your innocent blood to clean their dust.

if i tell you that i love you;

will you pray for me, in this village
or you will repent for them in the ridge
as they communicate with phones
but they die in their outcomes
as they talk to their phones
they wish harm to everybody in this world
pray for me, i will say no more word.

if i tell you that i love you;

will you reveal your absence to present your pain
or will you unearth to forgive again
i bet you will live and leave the chain
you're the one to distribute the ten
one after one the lost to regain
this is a little relax, a little fan
i know you can, if i tell you that i love you.
I LOVE YOU.

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Moon's Jealousy

Yes, I make seasonal shines
As home tube lights, as seasonal swamps
I shine under man's control, under God's wishes
The hope night with silence justice
Stars control my practice
As I am alone but jealousy.

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Relate

Relate

I’m caused by you
In relation with you
I remember when we were in jail
We did to our best but we fail
Are we now the tail?
In development to tale

I behave as you do
I react as you do
I reason as you do
So, like father like children
Like  birth like death
Ask me to do what we do

My rolled face with toned tallness of blackish
People do call me endearing as the beauties in my round eyes

Truth known by the speaker
Pains known by the client
Talk to me the truth
Not of Shimbolyo and Nshimbe of Achebe

I believe in what I do not even see
By attractive memories are to what is abstract
I see without eyes
Demonstrating without the influence of my keen skin
Replaying with unvoiced soundless conversation
I’m empty ear likely a deaf being a good listener
I see without eyes

I look like having wings
To adhere their sins in veins and caves
I admire to stop those calling orphans
Because words obviously gives
Signs obviously directs
I look like having wings

A rock of roles I have
A bundle of thoughts I have
A trust of personality I have
Sway me to trust a prisoner
Sway me to trust a traitor
A rock of roles I have, to keep my status in believe

In a relation
A caption and a valid drupe
Tighten with a rope
Seeing is not listening, as hearing not looking