Lawrence Mbata Poems

My mother's land, a land of tears;
where fear grips the heart,
where death has chosen as it's bed
and leave nothing but sorrow to bear...............
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In your misery, all i wished for was a passage into Africa.
I heard them scream 'push', and yes, you did.
You pushed me into Africa, mama.
I felt your joy when you heard me yell.
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I have not come to please, but to displease;
I have come to prickle your souls;
For men shall stand but, fall at my sight.
I am myself Death, I end every existence.
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