Quame Boatmann Poems

Here we stand at the gathering
We, the sons of your kingdom
Praying you to eat the fruits of our lips
With our hearts hardened to the world
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Will this plague ever heal?
Will this raid ever halt?
Its cruelty has no mercy
Its eagle talons rending apart my soul
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I bow in your presence
In reverence to your service
I nod to your utterance
Wary not to mar my oath
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When he howled
In the presence of the silence
Observing by us all
Taking to himself
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I fear to be praised
For I will be raised
And pride will surface
Then, I’ll be sagged
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There’s darkness like light
I see it brighter than noon rays
And beams down from high above
Hotter than the burning sun
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Old man Billy
The evil men do, lives with them
And a sown maize seed never shoots chili
A justice law of nature
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We live in a world
Where light becomes darkness
And darkness becomes light
For the natives’ sake
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As perpetual as they come
A drama we watch comatose
So genuine in nature
For we ourselves are characters
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We sit and toil in the council of daemons
We dine and wine, with the sons of Dracula
Having a never ending fellowship
With the daughters of Aphrodite
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