rogers monda Poems

By this River we knelt down and wept
Nay they on their side and us on ours; all adept
Mothers held their stiff children
Eyes glazed; tears growing
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dear, forth hold my heart,

only as you dearest know how,
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it seems it was yesterday
i swore not to let
the shackles of love
manacle my heart again
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The Music of the AK 47
Solemn and unforgiving
its dancers gyrating their hips
from here to there
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I take a pen, I pick a paper
Desire in my heart
want in my soul
the clouds seem to walk with you
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