christopher veremu Poems

Flying from hilltop to hilltop
Wining and dining the gods
Dancing happily with the stars
Making unhurried love to angels
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This world
Frowns on failure
Laughs at defeat
Embraces success
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Allow those given turn fly
Soar above the heavens urge them high
Yours is cheer them on as they upwards climb
The good lord has designed it so has to be right
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When I close my tired eyes
Counting mine blessings twice
Feels goodly great to realise
All is never lost with time
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Approaching light early morning lone star
Must give way to fiery hot bronze gold laced
Sun undresses dark cloth covering mount Table
Mandela's shadow falls over Atlantic waters green
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Hebo Baba can hardly be enough greeting
I see lakes where your swollen feet traversed
In the wilderness rivers were born when you wept
Range of mountains where of necessity you rested
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Really was she some such
Never had any private parts
Many summed her a public park
All paid so her every avenue touch
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Somali tears

Hungry blinded in cold tortured silence
Face hers contorts deformed by pain unvaried
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Further north comes word rather bizarre indeed
Bashar-al Assad much too young author such deed
Neck deep in ordure add bloodied tears of children
Orphaned for neither real good cause or fair reason
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Throw down hard heavy cold burden
From tired hands release ugly bundle
Let new love flow free from good heart
Cascade all world over like sprning rain
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