Brian Mawadri
Brian Mawadri Poems
It's a cosy job: now days.
To represent the civic; poor EAC!
Chaos submerges intellect during nominations.
Interests of the commons are neglected:
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Where did we both go wrong, about it?
My memory of us is vivid, like romance under the sun shadow.
And scent of your perfume still strong,
as the wash of rainfall under the grey sky;
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Dear; Mama!
How can i appreciate your sweat deluging exertion?
If Mr. employer, demands experience;
Not the abilities, you bore within me:
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Prefer pen, reams over fists and AK47s.
Fatal scenes of mob justice, cleared
the path to the quiet cemetery.
And sent wails through the dreary nights;
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I feel your absence keenly;
It's a cutting void.
Your voice has left for a far flake adventure.
I am low and sunk into lettrage.
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Every word written digs through hearts;
As melodies of an Adele song.
In the lonely quiet, rhymes of brilliance are born:
Like the preserved manuscripts of Hemmingway.
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The Best Poem Of Brian Mawadri
East African Community
It's a cosy job: now days.
To represent the civic; poor EAC!
Chaos submerges intellect during nominations.
Interests of the commons are neglected:
For selfish ambitions!
Divided minds, and yet they want to unite Swahili.
Boisterous presentation;
And civility is pocketed deep;
Our untaxed servants lack listening skills.
How do they except me to accommodate them.
O, Pearl of Africa!
North, guns are smoking;
Wails rent the environs.
Stirring the populace into commotion!
Families start for safety; at all directions.
Haunt befalls the air,
Allowing for faint cries of dying bodies:
Hunger and starvation ravage;
And survivors endure their new reality,
As they trek to protection.
Egos flare; and treaties are disowned.
O, youngest nation of the world.
South-west, a tyrant is a Viking.
He wants to sail south out of judgment.
What about the citizenly.
Which want him out?
Ideologies lock horns; suspicion frown faces.
Finger pointing damages the fragile relations;
With her neighbor!
Multitudes decline; returning home.
Under his shepherdship:
Reconciliation with opposing factions,
are offered tissue-paper.
And flashed into the septic!
South, press is muzzled.
A bulldozer is fuelled; to wreck.
Has the dark, befallen my lovely EAC.
Mwalimu Julius Nyerere foresaw!
East; hospitality is hanged by new bought rope.
Leaving refugees and asylum seekers,
prone to ruthless jihadists.
Hungry for recognition;
And eager to revamp their wounded pride!
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