Solomon C. Jatta Poems

Here lies the son of the soil
Parted from his blood, toil and moil,
Wherever gold shined there his heart is
And where the rags gather there is not his,
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True love to me, my love
Is a feeling that do not move
It is but a fix pendulum
That roams the world
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Lingering over thousand choices
Resulting from doing good or the reverse,
Different sonorous voices
Resounding flimsy though luring opinions
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True love to me, my love
Is a feeling that does not move
It is but a fix pendulum
That roams the world
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