I used to abuse thoughts of our separationI used to confuse my heart with your thoughts I used to dwell on your looksUntil time brought us here IIHereWhere you look like time’s used gigoloYour hair so lostYour height so bendedYour face, like a wrinkle groundYour gait, so strainedYour life, so patheticAnd I look at the […]
Each and his flightEven if it is not alrightSomeone’s flight will be a hospital bedSomeone’s flight will be a homesteadSomeone’s flight will be a a carSomeone’s flight will be at a normal barSomeone’s flight will be a roadSomeone’s flight will be an abodeEach and their flight to deathDifferent from our path of birth IIEach and […]
Besides the rotten before fruitionAnd the pecked before harvestingSome maize are roasted immediately after their harvest…never to taste the smell of a home…talk less see their barn IbSome are sent straight into the saucepanBoiled and eatenSome also taste the sunAnd dryOnly to be milled into doughSome are also nursedTheir hopes upOnly to be squashed and […]
As I sit under this shade In a pit dug by this spade Needing a chit to be a shade Will my bit in this here be made? II Let’s say I quit thinking it charade And I fit into fate’s forbade Will a hit bite in a decade And tit a tat for my […]
This is the state of fate Where every second hang foot-wears and paths For naked and blind feet to step into Knowing nothing that awaits Not thorns nor sticks Nails nor smooth roads Trees nor shrubs Rains or sunshine II This is the state of fate Where every day holds spectacles for unsuspecting eyes Who […]
The same water Which quenches the flames Of the body Comes out like humans from different temples of women And change their names from water To sweat Water to urine Water to tears Water to saliva Let’s spare ourselves of its thick transformations Bottom line is We came like water into throats As to where […]
How quick clocks tick How meek the weak seeks How grand the brand of the land It must be fate, it must be fate How sorry the tears of Worry How sappy that wealth is happy How moody the shoddy of the dead pocket It […]
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