Look at the way he walks
With a torn tattered cloth and broken spirit.
His soul weeps all day long as he
Watches keenly how lizards and rats feast merrily in his house
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I believe in the look in your eyes,
I believe in your love and care.
I believe the signal of your eyelids
Because its direct my foot steps
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what about the boys in Pakistan's war front?
what about those boys in Iran battlefield, those boys learning how to pull the trigger with a warning fingers on the crossroad of Iraq & Afghanistan?
what about those boys raped in the street of Nigeria?
those boys in the act of loneliness in the army, what about them?
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mother said the best place to laugh is in the graveyard and mortuary.
father told us the better place to cry is in the church,
but, I've learnt that the white place for all these is within you!
because, it gives you a grey freedom,
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this is the house we were made.
a house papa and mama's colors joined together.
we have the map of this building in our palms,
we could not allow it to exile us like the tortoise
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One day, I will write many words that
Shall not be uttered by many men but
Those in the tribe of poetry and painters.
My dance shall be flowered with words
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Who is praying for our sick mother?
Let's stop casting blame on the giant
cock that crows before the waking dawn.
Our mother is sick and needs our prayers,
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In your blood we are birth,
In you we shall die like sons,
When the wind shall call of
A global village; you'll stand.
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My mother is not at home
Push me not to the corner,
Take not my golden flower
Its for my husband to behold.
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Wearily i stood alone,
Emotionally, i cried in tears
Dead in thought as i walked alone
Clueless of what to do to save my people,
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