Albert Boima Biography

He was clamored dead!
Without being stabbed,
Without being poisoned,
Without being sick:
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Corrupt farm, disdainful politics
Corrupt farm, unedifying ethics

The Lion gorges the subservient animals but not grass page
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My eyes glittered into the eyes
Of thee who cast a spell on my heart
They glanced each other with pleasure
Upon hearing thy contralto voice,
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Many years gone from her birth since nineteen sixty-four
With hard work she got into her stride
Trinity, in her name, expanded and gained prestige.
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Like in a dungeon we live,
Full of dissatisfaction and high charges of stuff
With no sign of reduction but expansion
As if we were victims of famine
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