binti laye Poems

If you throw balls down the hill
With kids running wildly in the field
Balls stripped, rounds and of all colors
You will see kids alive and joyous
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Gather a band of thousand drums
Train each percussionist a million times
Rehearse the umpteenth time
Set the stage befitting a royal
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Laden with the burden of a dozen beings
Strapped to a wall of hundred nails
Mouth gagged with rousted pins
Devoid of cries
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The Pranks Of France

We set up crocodile farms,
We harvest them, peel them live,
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The Burden We All Bear
my tears
each weep
for those whipped
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Ooze
This breath is a drag
Like opium from an Afghan stall
Like funnels rigged into blacksmiths' bellows
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I Owe Thee
I owe
But not the bank
Indebted not to Shylock
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(Corona to Heaven)
The Vignettes of Rome
The beauty of Rome
Abandoned to its own gaze
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In life, some moments are spurs
Ripening in buds
Waiting for the bursts
Now we lay the pipes
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Panic rushed through my veins
Tough they were, the pains
Welled up like a flooded pound
For moments I wondered how the day would pass
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