Albert Boima Poems

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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How worthless is he who paves violence:
Is not he who bewilders the land of peace?
With his thoughts, moulding it to corrupt the people;
In the interest of satisfying himself.
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I think of another
Let my heart surrender
With pleasure under
To give and render
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What if He appears
As the trumpet cheers
With a train of angels
When judgment labels;
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When I see your fantasy,
My heart is filled with ecstasy;
Roses my eyes do see.
When I set them to lie,
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O how have I suffered such great graves!
I have been pierced by the swords of my kings
Injected with the liquid of their corruptions
They have rescinded my harmonious names
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