John kago Biography

I sit in my favourite spot
next to a budding pine, behind the house
it is a beautiful night, as I gaze upon the stars
they push all my thoughts away
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some tell of of a god of rage,
his black inhuman heart pulsing,
seething forth into our very veins,
feeling up our very hearts with,
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I am gray, in between black and white of dear society.
Its not with heavy heart,
for sweet mother's sweat and tears fight to give me all she never had
thus back home they envy, wish of similar chance
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We yearn for purpose,
for something divine.
we burden with choice,
for something to define
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His hand falls to his back pocket
pulls out a grubby crooked piece,
it balances between his lips
as his right reaches for the light.
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