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A Sinner's Prayer

Oh Lord, I am selfish but no fish I sell
A true believer I am though I’m an outlaw,
I’m your truant Christian;
Every day, I fear to wake up on knees. 
I am a sinner in your eyes, Lord!

Oh Lord, humanitarian I never lose the dream.
Huge work, I hate on a day of Sunday.
On a sunny day, stings I stuck on his path.
As I was passing at church to pray.
Yet, a ream of sins I bore in your beam.

At church, on knees, I sat and stood.
For hugely inferior I humbly trapped him.
Thorns and hurdles, he stood in with no food.
Fearless, asylum with no plum I seek here,
Lord, in your sacred title, hide me as a sinner.

Pardon pour on me profusely, Lord!
Those bleeding inside and outside leave alone.
But still, keep your ears on me here melt in May,
Forget those moaning and yelling for caused groan. 
In your castle, Lord, tilts and alms I’ll pay while knelt. 
For I am your Christian, my Lord. 

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Masks of Poets

All songs a poet can sing,
All masks a poet can wear,
All seasons a poet can live,
And all wars a poet can fight.

Colorless is the mask of a poet.
Nationless is a true poet.
All borders, a true poet will cross; 
For mankind and the ecosystem, poets shall defend.

Poets poet their poems for you and me; 
They are humans like all of us.
The same sunlight, we sunbathe,
And we marinade the same rain.   

True empathic and sympathetic, poets are; 
My language, they speak; yours and theirs, they speak too. 
Mother nature’s language, they better master and utter,
Because she taught them how to speak the natural language.

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King With No Crown

Kindly, God created humans with luck
In a garden, He placed Adam with martini
Not to live hurdles, but happiness in ton
Gambling, humans weren’t allowed to long

With power, Adam sat on the garden pew
In times God made him Eve, a helper Gemini
To crown him with all possible powers to get
Hence a king, all prerogatives with.

Now Eve causes trees grow thorn 
Ongoing suffering roots in Eden go
Cos Eve listened to the Serpent comic
Rays of hope vanished for ever

Over time, Adam has to sweat to eat too
Without hope of returning to Eden window
Now, Adam has lost his crown 

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Evil's No More Comedy

Today, I climbed a high mountain.
Mountain where I shout my disapproval.
Disapproval of today’s social illnesses.
Illnesses shattering the life on earth.
Earth, our valuable mother.

Our kind mother’s mind’s unhappy today.
Today, days are red and prickly to dismay.
No walks but talks of wounds and worries.
Worries symbolizing contemporary sorrows.
Sorrows as the sun’s been sent off brightness.

Blazing conflicts for misery with societal evils.
Evils of acute and endless sticking on power.
Power of killing your people and feeling a doer.
Happy becoming the almighty guide.
For polygamy and alcohol abuse push wide.

Here and there dangle abuse and corruption.
Corruption and police harassment in evolution.
Harassment causing animosity and nausea.
Disorder, anarchy and negligence for criteria.
In media, tribalism and phobia en vogue.

Tribalism and ostracism feeding conflicts.
Wars predicting our fateful future in shifts.
The future’s now plunked in deep black darkness,
Slaughtering hope and causing death in a mess.
Death buries us all, and evil’s no more comedy.

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A Hyena At Home

For ages, I used to rear my goats serenely;
Before I invited Mr. Hyena at home.
Green prairie my goats adored around the home.

Peace, the rustics relished too;
But an intolerable mistake I made inviting him.
Peace and life of villagers he happily bothered.

As an approachable and judicious man, he came;
With everyone and every junction to acquaint:
Who did what, who slept where and when, he learned.
 
To viciously raid all the goats; 
Eating some and scarring others. 
Distress and insecurity led others to absconding. 
As some of our friends, Mr. Hyena behaved.

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Grass

I am that grass you love.
Green or yellow, I am.
Brown, sometimes, I am, and 
On me, your animals feed.

Greener, your life I make.
To make shelters, you use me,
To prettify your parks, you shrub me, and  
To produce compost and oxygen.

Your gardens’ beds, I create.
Myriads of creatures, I host. 
With me, you surround yourself
Greenly attractive to look.

To make an extra buck, you need me.
As your low spot, you use me.
Today, courteously, plant and feed me.
Even if you will dispose of me,
Just like a mere green waste.
That grass you treasure, I remain. 

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Yesterday and Today

Yesterday was today
Rain fell night and day
It was shining all times
The land was green
The moon was not visited

Among people, love was genuine
Compassion was a heartily virtue
People spoke to one another friendly
No terrorism we heard
No climate issues we knew

Love was in our hearts
Life was valued
Peace was on the land
No woman was raped
No child was on the street

But today is a different day
Homeless people here and there
Growing more desperate
Rain has gone and people are selfish
For man has become mischievous

Revenge and hatred dwell in our hearts
For dignity has become volatile
The ecosystem is damaged
Bombs and terrorism kill us
WhatsApp, TV and Facebook replaced human dialogue

Yesterday and today make the future
We need peace, neighbors and safe atmosphere
Otherwise, we are homeless
We need to live peacefully
In a conducive environment

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Unity and Courage

In their home, ants are miraculous beings.
Polite and united teamers, they are always.
Not selfish, but can eat fish as a family.

On an assignment, they line up as warriors.
In ranks, they constantly walk and work bravely.
One dies outside, others take him back home.

Small they are, but amazing role models.
No one is egoistic, for they love one another. 
Unity and courage remain their main motto.

If an aggression, everyone’s on operation. 
In all cases, the queen is the monarch.
She is well fed and protected by all ants. 

In battalions, commanders are a loyal ant.
In bush or in ground, the ants’ rules apply.
If bitten by one, all the ant family’s alerted. 

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Together, We Can

Together, we can push  mountains;
And move them to the sea for everyone to see.
We can plow, sow, harvest, and eat together.

Together, we can shun disunion to scatter peace;
Sow amity in hearts, peace in minds, and peace around us.
We are voiceful; for us and for the voiceless together.

Together, you and I can walk farther; 
Farther, we can walk valleys and climb hills.
We are a better team of winners, together.

Together, you and I can sing louder.
Our melodies can attract the land, the sea, and the sky to listen to us carefully; 
And on the hill’s top, we will smile and brushoff despairs together.

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Hell On Earth

Satan orders Eve to give Adam
For humanity fades; there settles curse
Curse on the land, on parents and generations
Generations are victims of their innocence
Innocence for ignoring their suffering
Hell in Paradise  

For Cain kills Abel for jealousy
Jealousy for disgust and endless wars
Wars by colonizers over minerals
Minerals remain uncontrolled
Uncontrolled are the behaviors
Hell in Africa  

For a man’s unwillingness to leave power
Power that impedes fair elections
Elections hindered by men of terror
Terror directed to humans and nature
Nature’s destroyed by stained humans
Hell in Central Africa  

For no fear to remove rights claimers
Daytime people pitilessly kill others
Bloody is the land, no peace and no food
Life is worthless, there are lots of screams
Killing for power and minerals is blatant 
Satan lives in the DR Congo, for that’s hell



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