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Nganga Judah Poem
This is a story too difficult to tell
It makes my eyes well
But to the world, it must be said
For a saint is lying slain
Her life diminished by a villain
She was the light of the society
Sent to university to deliver them from misery of poverty
She was the only oasis that was at all times handy
But last night, the village was sent into plight
The light went out and oasis dried, we all cried.
Wailing and sorrow has filled all of our soul
Losing the only heroine was not pain enough
Pain was losing what remained of her
And seeing the misery of her parents trying to look for their own
Among the many gunned down
This is a story too hard to tell,
But we’ll all take heart and hope all will be well
Copyright © Nganga Judah | Year Posted 2016
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Nganga Judah Poem
The Dawn has surely come
I see a small crowd gathered
A farewell to bid
The mist and fog hug the trees
Morning birds decry the weather chilly
Silver droplets of dew shine my way
The river requests goodbye
A-sail you must set me now
And with me my soul
To return no more.
Copyright © Nganga Judah | Year Posted 2019
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Nganga Judah Poem
Should I have known
I would have slept till next dawn
That I would have gained not at end day
No sign of gay not even at the bay
Oh what a wasted day
I trek a mile
But all that while across I come no smile
All swollen are and sullen
The weather dementing, so it is in readiness
To suck out the happiness
Oh what a wasted day
In all I try to do I err
Where success is near others deter
Where I lie and seek rest
Irritating chatterboxes are at best
In music I seek console
But am greeted with news of sorrow
Oh! should I have known,
The misery of the day today
I would have slept till the NEXT DAWN! ! ! ! ! !
Copyright © Nganga Judah | Year Posted 2015
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Nganga Judah Poem
Right by the corner, I know of a wall,
That has seen it all
Men in the jaws of death
But it maintains stealth
And the man loses his breath
The wall stands intact
As if there was no impact
Another day, another dawn
Unknown to the man on the lawn
But the wall knows
There’s a screech and screams,
Head against the wall
Blood paints the wall
And still man, befall
The wall stands still.
The wall really scares
Its look it’s a snare
I pass by it as I text
Coldly it whispers you are next
BANG! ! ! ! !
Car bangs the wall
Death to all
And the wall still stands on, unhurt.
Copyright © Nganga Judah | Year Posted 2016
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