Tyrants and sycophants sit with comfortless memories
Perturbed by past, illegal and gory glories
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The unsteady familiar rhythm of known voices
Like some haunting siren song suffocates
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A fine f- she was, they said
From Bakweri land to Ngaoundal
Where did she not have a tryst?
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Two-legged brain, transcendental transcriber
Contiguous of earth, monsieur
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