John Dadzie Poems

I will look up to the sky,
in hopes that i could fly so
i may touch my star and ask him, why all these scars.
Is it not you who gave the fire fly its light?
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How is this possible?
That we live in a world,
a beautiful world made and i n it we are supposed to dwell.
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To her who bore the pain,
to her who changed her fate,
to her because of us lost her shape.
She gave us hope when all seemed lost,
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He danced to the beat
but its rythm he couldnt read,
it is a feast he said; why dont i dance
after all it could be the least.
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This place i never wish for,
but a place i would die for,
i hope i achieve before,
but all the same i would never rush in for.
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