Tatyough Terungwa Thomas

The chimneys black with smoke
and toxic woods get broke
to make flames for winter
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With your memories in my heart
which will never depart

The art of losing is hard to master
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The hereos of my fatherland
strived for a betterland

Like the king of the jungle
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Life is but a journey
The road gets tough
Everything becomes rough
Still we push through
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Now the truth is out
I am in shock that I can't shout
Thought you were kind
Your betrayal strikes through like a knife
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Despite several warnings
He holds on to his liquor, never a happy person
After several fights and arguments
He vomits and ends face down in the floor
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Blessed is the animal
With coat of dissimilar stripes

A stealthy animal
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Politics full of lies and betrayals
Parties gather enormous funds
Spending on campaign with fake promises
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In secret halls of family ties
A monster lurked, with hidden eyes
Uncle Jide, a name that brings despair
A shadow that haunted her with care.
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Their parents' love, a perfect blend,
A union strong, a story to amend.
Their father's darkness, rich and bold,
Their mother's light, a gentle gold.
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You sit in chambers, speaking of change,
Yet the streets whisper hunger's name.
Promises flow like rivers in harmattan,
Dry, empty, leaving cracks in the earth.
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