samuel nze Poems

Did you say die, Lord
When my foes looked
Enviously upon me
Wishing I would be off
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Let my cry touch you, fate
You who killed my father
And let my mother follow him
Down below six years after
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Cure my fever if you can
It is not physical
My ailment lies deep inside
My pithy chordal sacks
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The roads split in two
Belie portents of shame
The crooning livelong day
Astride illustrations of the past
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Twilight next to setting sun
Reminds me of my skin
Black, black like charcoal
Bold and beautiful
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Spirits on the rails
Wait for the caboose
Just to tip it over
So children will die
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We learn to harry others
Refusing then to grow
Preclude the boasts of those
We think can do no good
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Crestfallen and teary
Pulses low and dreary
My body is weary
Still with weeping weary
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Hot
Heaving
Heart
Hoping
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One cannot be short
And tall both at once
You're either rich or poor
The in-between is boring
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