abbas abubakar Poems

After a sunny night
I sat to write
The thorns of my life
Came a man in white
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When i looked back
I saw yesterday's corpse
Floating away on sea of contempt
It had many mourners
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Truly, I cant fly
But my food
In the hands of those
That have wings
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M y legs are dusty
As though a wafarer I be

My garment swims in sweat
As though a digger I be
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Enough of those jagged rod
Chopping off our intestine
Enough of those tuneless music
Burying the berries of our band
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I wonder where the bruise came

I that comand the birds to wash my dish
Walked with stainless feet on glossy pitch
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Why have you enslaved other masters
And tie their virginity to your bloody invirginity
You sprinkle your wings of unfaithfulness
To doorsteps of churches and mosques
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There was a time
On the cover page of history
When morning would wake nakedly
Puffed in rhythmic silence
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I am the one singing at night
I am the one singing at day
I am the one without voice
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I fear not the beetles in my beans
I fear not the demons in my dreams
I fear not the pythons in my pitch
I fear not the vamp of vampires
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