kemurl fofanah Poems

From the mouth of asmara
To the ears of praia
I see a soul
From the desert of tunis
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Now i know your sorrow

Now i know why from your eyes river flow.
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each night now stands to blush in parallel display

as I guard it while awaiting your natal day
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Crazy is the tip of my finger

Crazy is my new name to my brother
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Hello africa are you still sleeping
Don’t you know that your God has brought another morning
Your brothers had cross the river already
And yet you are still not ready
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If there is no poverty around
Then no rich man will ever be found
If peace have a clear vision
Then war will never be an option
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Hello miss lady
Are you the woman called Ibi
Well this melancholic praise is for you
An angel had inspired me to delivered it to you
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The writer's coming home
To embrace his beloved
After the long battle in euros chest
Rattling with comrades
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we are still in the womb
swimming in the filthy fluid of corruption
we are still in the womb
battling to cut the umbilical cord of pollution
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I have a scare
It so grate that the effort of eminent elite is proving bizzare and rearched to my illing tendencies
My good seeds are not producing a copy of their owne again
Instead they are busy looting my strength
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