DECAYING FLOWERS

The circling vultures were in the centre of a gaiety. Some famished ones, with manky beaks had already pounced on the naked and half naked bodies of young women, children, and the old – mostly innocents of the cataclysm. Others, assumedly experienced, were hovering patiently, perhaps to get a lion...

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IN THOSE DAYS by Micheal Jacob

In those days when our fathers carried woods on bicycles When under the mango tress serves as relaxation centres Palm wine as red wine, cola nuts serve as chocolates Cleaning our mouth with the back of our hands In those days when our mother carried clay pots on their heads...

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WE TOOK IN

In days gone, I was told None was black, none was white None was Franco, none was Anglo None chewed arrogance, none failed tolerance None brained nobility, none mocked religiosity…. We were all Sisters and brothers Young stuck to the old like bread to butter We took seats at full...

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SONGS OF INVADERS

Songs for the writers Composed from the harmonic agony of the water crisis Tears drenched tone, confirmed in husky voice of terror We pray the gods to defuse the grip of that mask-man Fastened on rains of slaughtering matters We dance on dread steps We sang on death pitch Our...

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BUILDERS OF THE WORLD

For the world, unwillingly Africa toiled, not sparingly Like locusts in a leafy field Africans worked without sunshield The nations of progress Are the showcases of African process At heart is success Away from thought is ‘to mess’ Look at the Super Power They could have been lower Were it...

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ARE WE LIBERATED

The rulers’ hearts lack humanity Forecasting the future, they tell stories That leave us hoping for better days But the promises fail and we are all denied While they gather for merry making Many try to fight, but are held down By those who seat in the offices Even the...

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I WEEP BECAUSE…[2]

My stance is cast, Pelt me with pebbles of hate Cast me in the armor of prejudice I shall remain the debris of my yesterday For the offspring of tomorrow Must not be awash by strangers’ drum beat My past is my today, The ancestors gaze down at me Faces...

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