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Tapera Makadho Poems
Africa! Your fauna, your flora, i yearn In summer, winter or autumn Yet your deep ravines, vast landscapes
The Hunters (For the Hutus and Tutsis)
From the same human race Whose blood spurted, evaporated, Condensed into a black cloud And precipitated down their cheeks
Death (On the passing on of a friend's s...
He so sure slept At dawn of his eternal rest. Father robbed of a virile vein, Mother's bowels cramp with pain.
The Stage was set
The stage was set By the podium they packed Waiting for the speech That I would speak
I The kettle wails each morn Wailing to boil water within His buttocks are kilns of the tilting sun
The Rod of Iron
Blessed be them and those Whose buttocks are of iron When the king unleashes the rod of iron To spank deviants and servants
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Your fauna, your flora, i yearn
In summer, winter or autumn
Yet your deep ravines, vast landscapes
Dwells serpents of the west
That suck from your veins
And reap what they sow not.
Biting into my belly is the pain,
Like a spear through my guts
So is the intruder!
In camouflage, silhouetting:
Like a black shadow indeed!
All but to rob us of our gems!
You ought to save your blood
From the cunning vampires,
That stoop like marino sheep
Yet their souls are bloodthirsty.
Brutaloty, murder, rife on ...