Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese Poems

at home, we speak not of martyrdom
nor of men who must die to be remembered
with imperial drums in a Sunday service
the dreamer never dies and they don’t just die
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my African child
he ain't got shoes except blues
works all day and hopes to play
like others in the sun
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You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
You may be richer than I can be -
But I have a mother nobler than thee
Richer than caskets of jewels
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what is there in love
to believe love is the Rose
that makes the heart glow
is it not only the strife and pain and tears
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last night I thought of you and me
the days we spent together
and the tears we saved all the years
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three days have passed
since the coming of death
into the village we call with love
in the days of the savanna rains
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last night we set sail
with our Love fleet going north
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as the sun goes down on your anger
you seem to forget painfully
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call me from work with a voice like a rose
tell me gently about the love you hold inside for me
tonight give me love with an opened door to your heart
'cause I want to feel your love by the look in your eyes
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braid the black dark hair
weave the supple tress
paint not the pretty face
just emphasize the grace
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