Albert Boima Poems

How worthless is he who paves violence:
Is not he who bewilders the land of peace?
With his thoughts, moulding it to corrupt the people;
In the interest of satisfying himself.
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I think of another
Let my heart surrender
With pleasure under
To give and render
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What if He appears
As the trumpet cheers
With a train of angels
When judgment labels;
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When I see your fantasy,
My heart is filled with ecstasy;
Roses my eyes do see.
When I set them to lie,
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O how have I suffered such great graves!
I have been pierced by the swords of my kings
Injected with the liquid of their corruptions
They have rescinded my harmonious names
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Walking here and there,
Scrounging for messages of Care,
Journalists of the day.
Standing by at door or gate
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O how had I always fallen back;
With days full of retrogressions, alack!
I was degenerate;
Surely a youth of no notable rate.
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It's been corrupted,
Even the learning systems in normality altered
The Innocence of examinations
Has swerved
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Come closer, my sweetheart,
Let me steal you away
Where no one else can touch,
No one else can claim.
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He was clamored dead!
Without being stabbed,
Without being poisoned,
Without being sick:
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