To the end of the year becomes portent
Us chasing o'er the butter from shea
So conscious of lips and skin
Mindful of cracks and breaks
In search of cover clothes as of place of snow
Able covering all body skin
And all wait in patience
It sounds ominous
Come witness its treatment
All falling to its mercy
And drops of blood from noses
Coming to all so effusive
Cannot question its dominion
And so, all succumb to its despotic dominance
Farmers go smile
Time is due
See trees shedding
Making way for fresh green
There could be smiles after all
DEEP INTO POLITICS
I thought for a moment I Imagined peace laced with war I saw the efforts of a recalcitrant looser The beauty of it, I cou...
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Presently my soul lingers in limbo; not agnostic The weary feet of me gets weary not; soon to be No mortal seek what I seek; perhaps know wh... -
I SPEAK OF A TYRANT I speak of a tyrant Whose cruelty ebbs not Whose acts of predicaments recognizes no truce The joy of the people ...
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Time is due as it is due Our own will be a sample for mankind Going and never to retreat Envies from our foes will be a norm T...