Bieze Josphat

The wizard of Politics
Is the lure
Of the tongue
Is the bag
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If tree leaves were money
I would pluck NOT TRILLIONS
To be the RICHEST
But just two or three
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Am the morning dew
Some call me morning stew
I water your fields at dawn
But the bare-feet frown
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They steal until the owners know
A nation with little to show
For fifty six years
Fill our eyes with bloody tears.
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Those who plant seed
In every fertile hole
Then run at high speed
Oblivious of hurt soul,
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Guilty of what he did
He joined his friends
To a drinking spree
Hoping to set
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She is focused
Drumming her naked lap
As moving
Feet thud and flip flop clap
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On valentine's night
Under a moonless sky
Their eyes shine bright
With charm of love pie.
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Jesus' crucifixion
Eastwards to westward
Is an indication
Of love out-stretched.
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I love to hear
My earring sing
Beside my ear
As it swing,
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My stomach growls
Like a ploughing tractor.
My lips crack
Like clay on a sunny day.
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Speak words sweet to hear
Speak without fear
Speak I'm right here
Speak to me Sophia.
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Great tribulation awaits,
Those with dirty robes.
Who suffocate under the weight
Of their heavy lodes.
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Why look down upon me,
For what I do.
You say its inferior
But to me its superior.
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I stand on this shelf
Awaiting you to pick
Me and undress every page
And listen to me speak.
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All day, all night,
List of chores await.
Monday to Sunday,
Is tiredness.
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When distance builds a wall
Then memories become the call
Of how in love we did fall.
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The road to heaven
Is thin and tough
Hard as unleaven
Bread; to the throat rough
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My dogs' bark
Is a serenade
My mum's quarrel
Is a grenade
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