richad adrian munene Poems

The excerpt lays beneath the mines of my literatureThe excerpt lays beneath the mines of my literature.
recently i learnt to bent straight my butt to the disgrace of earthly discordrecently i learnt to bent straight my butt to the disgrace of earthly discord.
the scorn of bitter ends have traced my path since i learnt to speak for nationsthe scorn of bitter ends have traced my path since i learnt to speak for nations.
so i speak whilst twilting my tongue for the fear of the uknown.'.the certain uncertain....the dread of vile stonesso i speak whilst twilting my tongue for the fear of the uknown.'.the certain uncertain....the dread of vile stones./
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The filth of long gone demons haunts my mother's land
and i a son of the soil cant trade my spark for such half _baked Elitism that scolds the dreads of my childhood.i tremble the alleys of my youth
the coridors of elitement that turned sweetest my sour paths.
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