Mustafa Marconi Poems

It was a time for living
It was a time for love
A time when everyone was family
A time when struggles were the norm
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Here I stand before you
Searching for answers
To questions I cannot perceive
Trying earnestly to comprehend
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Asked her for it nicely
Tried to coax it out of her
Seduce her if you would say
But she wouldn't give in
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What is a man?
Is he just a father?
A brother, an uncle or a friend
Is he merely a provider?
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This is no time to laugh and play
I know that soon will come the day
When we shall part each other’s lives
When sleep shall turn my day to night
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It doesn’t matter what I say
Doesn’t mean I’ve turned away
I know not what I seek to find
Just touch me for the very last time
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Blood ties have been broken
Boundaries disrespected
Traditions destroyed and scattered
Blood ties
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Who’s gonna take care of the children
Now that she is gone
Who’s gonna see that all the little babies
Will somehow get along
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A quarter, a nickel, or maybe even a dollar
Seems like the poor
Always looking out for the poor
As the tears keep rolling on
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Let me see the spot
Where the elders crossed
Guided by the North Star
Longing for better days
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