Eric Zinbabora Batung Poems

Let the dawn of the day brighten our lives.
Give us cause to desire life for today and tomorrow.
so that our cares may not cause us to curse this cause,
But bravery to bare the brunt we bare upon our backs.
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Many have come.
Many more have gone.
So soon it is here.
The announcer has sounded the drum,
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The storm came and with it came the rain.
Our bodies were targeted for the bashing of the storm.
The whipping of the rain was upon our heads, our faces,
Our shoulders, our backs and our feet.
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Downtown they tour,
Seeing sights and surveying signs.
Hand in hand they each support the other.
These streets they know so well.
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Man was made forever to live,
But with birth he was meant to die.
Yet both life and death, in Eden they were created.
Life the means, death the end.
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I am drowning.
I am losing it.
The straw of hope is slipping away.
Through my fingers it is slipping away.
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When visions were like daydreams.
Reality from a distance was like a mirage.
Calls from a beloved voice,
sounded like echoes of silence.
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Yesterday was their time.
some conquered
And got to the upper echelon of society.
Others got conquered
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She grew up with aching memories of many losses.
Her mother, her father, her very security.
She grew up anyway.
The storms, waves and fears;
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The world that loved me,
Yet left me alone
In the corridors of solitude.
Where endurance was paramount.
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