binti laye

If you throw balls down the hill
With kids running wildly in the field
Balls stripped, rounds and of all colors
You will see kids alive and joyous
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Gather a band of thousand drums
Train each percussionist a million times
Rehearse the umpteenth time
Set the stage befitting a royal
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Laden with the burden of a dozen beings
Strapped to a wall of hundred nails
Mouth gagged with rousted pins
Devoid of cries
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The Pranks Of France

We set up crocodile farms,
We harvest them, peel them live,
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The Burden We All Bear
my tears
each weep
for those whipped
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Ooze
This breath is a drag
Like opium from an Afghan stall
Like funnels rigged into blacksmiths' bellows
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I Owe Thee
I owe
But not the bank
Indebted not to Shylock
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(Corona to Heaven)
The Vignettes of Rome
The beauty of Rome
Abandoned to its own gaze
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In life, some moments are spurs
Ripening in buds
Waiting for the bursts
Now we lay the pipes
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Panic rushed through my veins
Tough they were, the pains
Welled up like a flooded pound
For moments I wondered how the day would pass
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United Kingdom mourn the more
United Kingdom plea for mercy
For your wrongs are many
And the sticks are thorny
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A day to drown has just dawned
All I want is cry with you
And be soaked in my own tears
Weep so much to cause a flood
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WHEN DO WE DIE?
Do we die when we breathe the last?
Or when we seethe each moment
Like a patient on a terminal list?
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If I had a golden crest
Would I lay it on your breast
Would rather dash it to a pest
For you have been cursed by the priest
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Like a feather thrown towards a furnace
Guided is my path through a funnel
Had I the will I would dig a tunnel
But I am transfixed by your barrel
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There is a song
On my tongue from my soul
Composed for you
With bliss I sing
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Before I wade like a duck


I am a flower, hibiscus my clover
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Woven beads decked on my temple
Each plucked from distant mountains
Beneath the crown sweats trickle
Slithering back into my scalped head
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