alexander opicho

Rookie - 479 Points [k] (when dictatorship began / kenya)

alexander opicho Poems

1. Schutzen Umwelt 11/14/2013
2. Women And Wine 11/15/2013
3. Armut 11/16/2013
4. There Is Slavery In Mauritania 11/17/2013
5. Akademish Tugend 11/18/2013
6. Why Lie 11/18/2013
7. Kuss 11/19/2013
8. Don'T Love Me Am A Lessbian 11/19/2013
9. Palimpsest 11/12/2013
10. We Are Dying Tommorrow 11/12/2013
11. Mob Injustice 11/12/2013
12. Freiheit 11/13/2013
13. Schoneit 11/14/2013
14. Bucklig Von Afrika 11/17/2013
15. Tod 11/20/2013
16. Dorris Lessing Passes On 11/20/2013
17. Bauernschaft 11/22/2013
18. A Spy 11/22/2013
19. Cattle Rustlers Are Virgin Rustlers 11/11/2013
20. Close Amity Deep Adversitty 11/11/2013
21. Kakerlak 11/21/2013
22. Am Tired 11/23/2013
23. Sovereignity In Loniliness 11/11/2013
24. Menschlich Korper Ist Die Systemen 11/26/2013
25. Warum Spektakel 11/25/2013
26. Poemocracy And Poemocrats 11/30/2013
27. Heimekehr 12/1/2013
28. Swines Of Civilisation 12/1/2013
29. Was Ist Weltanschauung Von Sie 12/2/2013
30. O Love! 12/3/2013
31. Hunchback Of Africa 12/3/2013
32. Selfish Education 12/4/2013
33. We Sow Future Calamities 12/6/2013
34. Tanzflache 12/6/2013
35. Nelson Mandella Is Dead 12/6/2013
36. Leben Eine Dreisprung 11/27/2013
37. Pauper's Fallacy 11/28/2013
38. Irrtum Von Arme 11/28/2013
39. Worriless 11/28/2013
40. How I Mourned Madiba 12/6/2013
Best Poem of alexander opicho

Ebola

Ebola! Ebola! Ebola!
you are only hunting in the exhausted fields,
you predecessors have done evil marvel in this land
Africa's sons and daughter were heavily taken away
in slave raid, colonial rampage two world wars, cancer
and HIV aids, Ebola you must be ashamed to come here,
are you as foolish as lioness that must follow the path
initially taken by her husband the lion?
Ebola Africa is dead tired and lain forlorn
by strange diseases not known by it
but only named in the land of their cradle
where HIV was born in the Irish Laboratory
on trial and ...

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We Are Dying Tommorrow

My self my wife and my two children will die tomorrow
Lucky, my first born daughter died last month
I and my wife we had Aids viruses
We have no immunity to take us forth
We are all dying tomorrow

My wife is thin like a ghost
I breathe with sound like a train
My kids look ugly like ghouls of Loudon

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