David Rubadiri Poems

Whilst our children
Become smaller than guns,
Elders become big
Circus Lions
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Such a time of it they had;
The heat of the day
The chill of the night
And the mosquitoes that followed.
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From the west
Clouds come hurrying with the wind
Turning sharply
Here and there
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Towers of strength
Granite
Enduring
Like life itself.
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Dark twisted form
Of shreds and cunning
Crawling with an inward twinkle
At the agonies of Africa.
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