Alexander Reda Poems

Why the thick oppression?
the sun is shining birds are singing
I am healthy, it is late spring,
yet, I feel imprisoned on this earth,
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My horse shudders beneath me,
The fighting is over,
All is quiet now,
Save for the trickling of
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The scratching of heads,
the bewildered looks,
they all say, 'what's happening,
how does this country keep going'?
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Whad it bout you man,
why everybody watchin you? ,
why you watchin dis man all de time? ,
no no no we not watchin dis man,
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Give me a job or get off my back
Ive had enough of this attack,
it's not my fault there is no duty,
you think it's fun, constant poverty,
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I don't know what an eejot is,
I don't know what an eejot means,
I don't know an eejot from the sun,
But just from the sound of the word,
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Do you remember? you, me, Tatania and Juniper,
on the mountain above the city,
the glorious warmth and the spring flowers,
how Tatania sang, her exquisite voice which
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You appear composed of flames,
dark dirty grey green flames,
flames that give no light or heat,
flames that make filthy the very light.
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The warm air,
the trees and bushes,
the setting sun,
just you and me,
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