Amos Christopherson Masereka Poems

We will be taken captives of the rebellion demands
Bloodshed pictures are forcibly grabbed from our hands

Burnt and then later are perfumed
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Music is a big part of our life to sustain
Listening to music takes the whole brain
It can also improve your memory
When someone shouts at you expertly
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In time, days, months to years

Is the failure of relationships
In January to July to December

And the shallow of rivers
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I hear voices now and again
Of losses of a beloved dear wife
So false and true to believe in vain
I remember her scent and our life
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A cloudy, gloomy, cool, rainy morning
Fresh, transparent, and sparkling,
Muddy dreams pouring and droplets springing
And all my things left in an open to get dry
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While her pains lasted all the eight and one month
She drowned in deep shire until my birth

And whetted her strength with fury so bright
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They say love is sweet
Do they know what a sweet thing is
They compare love to multiple things
Do they ever mention them
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You can cut off my legs
And any other part connected to my body
I love but my right hand
I write totally nothing without
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I thought I Lost Twice in a Row
I was away with my friends
But this'd hurt the most
She was very beautiful
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You said the man you talked with is blind
But he pointed out fingers to someone he's then unkind

You talked with a blind person
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