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AND THEY STARVED

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There was famine in the land; And the earth thirsted for rain Till her lush hair grayed and fell At the teasing of the wind. And there were three men! The first of them did sit Hungry - and grain did rot In the hollow of his silo; His heart craved water and oil That he might boil porridge! Beyond his wicket fence Sat another, whose stomach Rumbled with unmet want - Beside him was a keg of water But he had nothing to boil. There, crouching in the shadows, Bones deaf to his commands, A third lay. His hollowed eyes Fixed on his full pot of palm-oil,- But oil fills not empty stomach! Alas! Each died in his corner; For none in his pride shall say, "Come hither that, together, We may live to tell the tale To them that shall come after!

ROBIN van DEVIL

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There was a Robin in my hood With nimble feet – oh! – he was good. And Robin nursed a broken wing But still to him did Arsene cling - For 7 eons without relent - Until the Robin’s wings had strength! 1 season Robin made us fly- The Tots and Blues we did fly by. So Song, our Ox and all the boys Did bask is Gooners’ pleasant noise! The Robin’s head became too big; He said, “Arsene, you aint my league”! And Robin ate the Devil’s pie - Red recipe that’ll make him die! So when you see the Robin pause And pray he gets hit by a bus!!! I am a gunner till I die!!!

THE FULL STOP

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Life is a sentence punctuated within; It ends. With Death's sudden full stop The soul that 'is' becomes 'has been'. Life is a sentence punctuated within, At points where none should be seen. No one can know who next it'll lop. Life is a sentence. Punctuated within, It ends with Death's sudden full stop.

BE A COWARD

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Be a coward, sometimes; to stay alive. You need to drop your sword and run. When, on a cliff, you're dared to dive Be a coward! Sometimes to stay alive A  coward's escape you must contrive. When you know the battle cant be won, Be a coward! Sometimes, to stay alive, You need to drop your sword and run. It is better to be a coward for a day and live than be brave and become dead forever! ~ Irish Proverb

ME OR THEM?

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Madman, I am - in a sane world. I find myself in insanity's arms Breast in my mouth, there I stay curled. Madman I am in a sane world, Where into pits morals are hurled And mockery greets my loud alarms. Madman, I am? In a sane world, I find myself... in insanity's arms!

HAPPY BOKO-DEPENDENCE

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I. The shepherd says it’s time to graze We look and see only a misty haze So we hesitate knowing the terror of the shadows Have we not felt the bite of flying arrows? We listened to the winds and we heard The whispers swept through the herd The angry silent ones, they spoke? Words that took the mirth out of our joke I pray thee, tell me if you know Whose order shall we follow The one that swallows meat and leaves us bones Or the one that turns our moan to dying groans Shall we listen to the voice without a face Hidden by veils thicker than a bride's lace Or shall we look their words in the eye Knowing not if we shall live or die II. We look to the shepherd, fear not he says But we fear for we remember the days When we went out to graze with a song Did we not return in funeral processions, long Tomorrow we shall sit on our creaking stools We'll stay at home for we be not the fools That our drunken Lords think us to be Have we not heard and did we not see? But wait

BEGGAR WITHOUT CHOICE‏

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You; Sweet as the rose, Fair as the lily, Slender like the sugar cane stalk, Voice like the robin's, Crowned like the palm… Why are you then A beggar without choice? Paw-paw envies your jugs, Elephant eyes your rump, Peacock hides her plumes, Nightingale goes mute …Even the wind pauses! How did you become A beggar without choice? Heads revolve, Eyes exit their sockets, Jaws drop to the floor, Wallets open for you, Tapper falls off palm… But you are just A beggar without choice. He knocks you down, Spits on your face, Aborts the fetus with a kick… Now, you wear glasses! You wear the bandage well! Are you not only A beggar without choice? There's another woman; You taste her on his lips. His limp self is bruised, His fat purse is no more! Go ask them at the bar! How long will you remain A beggar without choice? Yesterday you limped, Today gifts you a black eye, Tomorrow will claim a tooth! I've dug you a grave And carved the headstone: "Herein lies A beggar without ch

MAN-EARTH

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Would men survive without women; How would they have lived on earth Without them by whom they're men? Would men survive, without women? How would the phallus sow its semen? Should it chase anuses, to find berth? Would men survive? Without women, How would they have lived on earth?