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Elliot Msindo Poem
They called it Brexit God knows they want an exit Migrants to exit Economic dependence to exit Bleak future to exit Enter bright future through the same exit But the advocates have exited May takes the journey towards the exit Alone with UK on her shoulders as advocates have become onlookers of the exit Pioneers becoming doubters of the exit. The Liverpool f.c motto, she defies on her exit ‘You can forever walk alone’ if it’s towards the exit Ducks have ducked behind the exit door as they watch businesses exiting Perceiving the impacts of Brexit, they call for her exit from the post, she must exit from the negotiation table – exit. Enter uncertainty, certainty exits Enter speculation for the future, happy present exits. An unperceived package of its own, to exit await Brexiteers!
Copyright © Elliot Msindo | Year Posted 2018
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Elliot Msindo Poem
The long uncharacteristic meandering river its trail vanishes beyond the yellow banner of the horizon. The quiet river which is always quiet never splitted but never equal the mysterious two- faced river. Summon me yonder where fortune falls down like mango fruits. Where grass is aromatic like fresh manna where people jostle through heaps of treasure Spoored from the magical two- faced river The mother of fraternal twins. Patchy, scruffy and ill grass Anthills and porcupines a symbol of a dying old man whose twin brother is younger than him – by half and attached on the other side. The ground seems level above the table but it is tilted towards the west. The weaker twin sends letters downstream but responses cannot flow against the currents. It is just laughter of a frowning face against laughter of a smiling face. The river remains mysterious. Two faced river Mother of fraternal twins.
Copyright © Elliot Msindo | Year Posted 2018
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Elliot Msindo Poem
Living in a war- wrecked, grass thatched hut, village and community The journey of a war stricken orphan begins tortured, tormented and torn apart oppressed, casted down and abused bruised, beaten and denounced enjoying sour life drinking sweet tears. Sweeter moments of the bitter moments are never something sweet.
The burden of carrying an empty belly rumbling like thunder hustles and tussles of life His hope is shattered heart is tattered on his way he staggered. Staggering over buildings reduced to rubble the once booming city, now a doomed city. Hundred years of hard work reduced to rubble with one ‘BOOM.’
The deafening silence confirms the barrel’s footprints bodies lying idle in different shapes and sizes. Flat, horizontal, vertical, half bodies, suspended does conscience still exist? It is one of those things when treasure turns into a curse. Treasure valued more than human life. From the Middle East, they attacked the village With giant octopuses and drones living the orphan solitary. No friend, no food, no heritage But only foes.
Copyright © Elliot Msindo | Year Posted 2018
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