Erl Mbeha Poems

All the friends I had worked my whole life making
Will be strangers for I couldn't keep them.
No one will recognise my name on the radio
For I spent all my days alone in isolation.
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We grew up with stone cold hearts
In the dark alleys, away from shine
Learning all the selfish ways
Vocabulary filled with I, me, mine
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Don't bring me a fire
Because I'll grow cold again
Don't light my world
It will hurt my dilated pupils
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If you burry me in Cow-Boy
Eventually people will build over my grave.

If you burry me in 'my village'
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If love's a crime
Then I have committed a horrendous iniquity,
I do deserve to be put on death row.
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If my darling's the rose:
Beautiful, mellow, and full of nourishment
Then I'm the prickles of the rose:
Barbed, repugnant, and unpleasant.
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How many have had what you and I shared?
The longevity, trust, perils and troubles;
In exams, tests, and all inking duties
You stood by me.
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There's Historians in my heart
There's a government too
A well founded government.
It's not powerful, but it thrives
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