Brian Mawadri Poems

Where did we both go wrong, about it?
My memory of us is vivid, like romance under the sun shadow.
And scent of your perfume still strong,
as the wash of rainfall under the grey sky;
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It's a cosy job: now days.
To represent the civic; poor EAC!
Chaos submerges intellect during nominations.
Interests of the commons are neglected:
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Dear; Mama!
How can i appreciate your sweat deluging exertion?
If Mr. employer, demands experience;
Not the abilities, you bore within me:
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Prefer pen, reams over fists and AK47s.
Fatal scenes of mob justice, cleared
the path to the quiet cemetery.
And sent wails through the dreary nights;
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I feel your absence keenly;
It's a cutting void.
Your voice has left for a far flake adventure.
I am low and sunk into lettrage.
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Every word written digs through hearts;
As melodies of an Adele song.
In the lonely quiet, rhymes of brilliance are born:
Like the preserved manuscripts of Hemmingway.
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