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I, YOU, THEM AND US (of a nation apart)

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Is this right? What did they write; Stop or stomp? .. Here we are at the pump: You hand us leaky bowls Ignoring our scowls They come with buckets; Our eyes roll in their sockets While they fill up. Why can't we say stop? Oh, We can't stop the lies For 'We' has many I's. There's the I of my brother, Nyamiri, Aboki and the Ngbati other; Christian, Muslim; divided army of Is! Even as doomsday draws nigh And we wallow in collective poverty, All reject 'Us' for the 'I' party! And while the I's camp wars 'Theys' sit behind closed doors And fill buckets at the pump! .. Stop or stomp: What should we write To make things right?

HO! YO!

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All around me I see bright lights, Turning to day the darkened night. While sweet voices fill trembling air, Mixing with bangs that do not scare. Yo! Christmas time has come again! Ho! Yo, come again! When he was born that took our pain! Ho! Yo, took our pain! So, let our voices fill the streets! Ho! Yo, fill the streets! While our legs stomp to the beat! Ho! Yo, to the beat! The shops are filled with smiling folks Enduring jabs and harmless pokes. My nose is pinched by cooking smells And my ears hear the ringing bells. Yo! Christmas time has come again! Ho! Yo, come again! When he was born that took our pain! Ho! Yo, took our pain! So, let our voices fill the streets! Ho! Yo, fill the streets! While our legs stomp to the beat! Ho! Yo, to the beat! Some will get drunk this joyous day And spend the night on bales of hay! Some others, still, will lose their breath To evil ones that looked no threat! Yo! Christmas time has come again! Ho! Yo, come again! When

NO SWEATING ROCK (a triolet)

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I’ll walk on the path of shame Let men sit back to mock! Give me honour, what is fame? I’ll walk  on the path, of shame? Spit, sneer, twist my name; Sweat will not flow from rock! I’ll walk. On the path of shame, Let men sit back to mock!

NEVER AGAIN

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Never Again! No Daddy – never again, For I still hurt inside; The sheets show yet the stain! No Daddy! Never again! Your pleasure is my pain; So scar my face, pelt my hide. No Daddy, never again, For I still hurt... inside.

SANDY SUICIDE

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Man: Sand, Breath, Water. Earth: Sand, Air, Water. Sand Against Sand; Suicide! Doom, Assured.

NATURE’S BRIDE [for Esky Mekuria]

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She is Nature's bride! Name like lyrical music, Sung by the noble and the rustic; Voice like heaven’s whisper; Slender stalk, polished Jasper... … I know her. She is the rain, Falling that the farmer May harvest grain; She is the bright sun, Shining that darkness May before men run; She is the gentle breeze, Whispering peace to souls Troubled, seeking peace. … …Tender Lilly On terrain hilly; Four leaved clover — One, world over! She is Nature's bride!

IMP(P)OSSIBLE

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Impossible: Imp Possible? Wimp! .. Failure: Fail Lure? Wail! .. Achievable: Achieve Able? Receive! .. Strive Thrive.

BLOOD IS NOT INK

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Sweat Is Not Water; Scars Are Not Tattoos; Blood Is Not Ink... Know This!