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Sunday Kelvin Poem
Here is a war, fighting
Fighting those i dont know
Stabbing, shooting, strangling
all without care
Infanticide, i dont care
Rest in peace infant, was all i know.
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Not own dream, weak bones and falling fleash.
Leaving my younghood to a place of weakness and spinelessness.
It was like yesterday i became a man,today
an old man leaving a lot of competitions and risks Now i have become an experience narrator of past glory.
Now i sleep and dream on how to narrate my past glory to children
This handsome skin falling like a bull dog saliva.
Hair running backward afraid to face challenges.
Teeth falling down like walls of Jericho.
Sickness attacking the old skin like Legion.
Old age is the beginning of death.
So i did catch a lot of fun in my youthful days,
which makes me professor of past glory.
The comming out of gray hair is like the wheat planted with the tears.
The unpleasant voice is as loud as an ant while speaking.
The weaken eyes is an esclipe of the big star to the earth.
Is there any glory in getting old?
One day this body will become a debt
to the maggot that will suck into it.
The fly that will follow it into the darkhall,
will regreat and shed tears.
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Fenced around, locked up in your own place.
hundred years i remember, wall with wars.
wall surounded with horrors, holding their devastated weapon,
mini weapons set close to the wall, tearing apart our fleash,
separating our children from us, husbands from wives.
from generation to generation , these horrors changed the wall form,
still pleaing deeply into our flesh.
if we cross the wall they shoot.
mothers without children,
fathers without children,
children without parents.
all separeted.
What a wall, i remember.
east and west , the horrors divided
with this wall.
This wall was made for selfish desire.
Those pass through it were shoot, those who
pass under it were still shoot.
We swimmed and swimmed ,
some got druned, doing it for the first time
alot were shut, i survived .
this wall is a calamity.
Air, the only way to pass through it, but am not rich.
i fought for my right, to destroy the wall,
but i died, the wall killed me.
Before going to that war, i prayed
for the wall to be distroyed.
He answered my prayer, the war was stoped,
but the wall liveth. I knew because am dead.
These present generation dumiest, just made the wall an
historical statue.
They dont know what we pass against that wall.
We are all dead, but lucky she(wall), she liveth.
She is still alive, let us rest and leave them to face
their phase.
{THE BERLIN WALL}
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Cry and cry, all were signs
We ran and ran, affecting the day not by its belly
But by its ears.
The moon, our worst enemy,
It deceived us, letting our babies to sleep
And then attacking us like a thief in the night.
We sang sweet songs, forcing our mouth,
But alas, it took decades to let her die temporarily.
Babies, oh babies! Where is thy glory.
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RAIN FALLING
Jealous, i am against a nature
for it spends more time with my lover.
when it comes, it touches all parts of my lover
that i am yet to touch.
Greedy, stingy and a thief.
It start with a wind, its twin,
which gripes through my lover's cloth
hugging million of times, feeling her breast
feeling her hair, kissing her lips.
Greedy, stingy and a thief.
When falling, it sends its voice as thunder
talking to my lover
deceiving her to lose my voice within her hearing
talking to her with deep and loud voice
Greedy, stingy and a thief.
I sued you, nature to court
you bribed the judges
by falling and touching their bodies,
breast, and .
I lost my case
Greedy, stingy and a thief,
you gay and lesbian
bribing both the gentlemen
and gentlemen in skirt
at the bench.
I beseech you as nature
look for another lover in the universe
but not mine
Fall in North, for there, they lack your presence
and they pray for your arrival
fall in the desert
for there they lack your presence
and they pray for your arrival
as a king, saviour and Lord.
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It ain't the Gun
Never was it, that I was told I could be loved.
It was yesterday a host of roses fell,
all blocking our paths.
sincerely, you said, am all yours,
but that was my epitaph.
On our grave yard, they wrote, it ain't the gun
Killed like Romeo and Juilet.
Dying one by one, same day same session.
Where is the love?
Beauty been buried, riches turn to dust.
Why killed us ? ain't the roses romantic for us?
Ain't the riches enough for us ?
Why the gun?
Curse you, curse me, but all my fault
Love was the man behind the trigger.
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Antics of Customariness
They call it custom and tradition,
Putting us in right and sacrosanct direction.
Beat it, you suffer.
Women cried and cried
Being raped by such custom
Inherited, seen as a moveable property.
Sleeping with our dead husbands bodies
Giving lap dance to our deceased husbands brothers
Contract, not our duty.
But lucky us, this generation gave us go ahead for it.
The law of inheritance denied us
right to inherit our dead husband properties.
What a custom, primitive to senses.
Beat it, you suffer.
What a custom.
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BENEATH YOUR BEAUTY
Smells like roses, all I could drain for before death.
The red to it, stains my blood.
I screamed and screamed
But all were lost.
There lies our war, beneath your beauty
Pretty eyes with evil thought
Lovely smiles with fake thinking
I screamed and screamed
But all were lost
Beneath your beauty lies another monster
Monster with beauty
Lovely sounds
But wide in anger
I screamed and screamed
But all were lost.
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To dwell in past of fate,
where sorrow and pain predominantly coexist as fortune of bitterness.
To leap on is to beg death for his sting
To leap back is to kill those precious
To leap right is to anguish with pain
To leap left is to cast arrows of misfortune
Where has this war led us into?
Crafting wickedness with joy
Infanticide with smile
Toxic environment for peace
Let our doomsday begin
Curse to us all.
ST KELVIN
LOLY BAZTAD
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