SERIES FOR SULTRIES

XV There is no water to drink here, Here, only tears; This is a barren wasteland where Grief rules – and fears. There is but little to chew here, – Hunger, one hears; Only a single source of cheer – The fruits love bears.

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ECHOES

Peace! Peace! Peace! The voice of the strange Echoes in the dark Blank faces They grope in the dark In search of invincible peace A wild imagination A loose tongue Makes smooth speeches Slippery like the okra The Ignorant create chaos The Innocent exist no more The sound of sorrow...

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AFRICA OF MY DREAMS

  The Africa of my dream A land flowing with milk and honey A people bound by one love With peace and integrity being her value A place where honesty is the order But the song of Africa A song for survival is forgotten By egocentric individuals Both young and...

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MOTHER’S AGONY

After you sorrow made me mute: I sang dirge notes on my flute when the harvest were still few Can I divorce my fate would I be ‘victimed’ for grace? As the sun sears my glowing face and the world shows me hate My heir, my seed, my only being...

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