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It's not will or pickette
But our failed commitment
That we get into entanglements
We have all had entanglemates
But just because of darkness
All you can see is our brightness.
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For those little failings in the past
Some have been trailing us as a must
If it was sometime with August
The month ended actually with rust
And the tree is shaken and fruits taken
Back to the house of their custody
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We are excited to shout doom
Without even making a zoom
Our businesses we shall never mind
For our names none can ride
Even on our issues we are blind
Yet on others we are very kind
We are the judges of the fallen kindgoms
When we wouldn't make a king or a queen somewhere.
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©Bamukunda Hillary©2020
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful piece