Edmond Nkoe Poems

thougths man please can i speak
my coutry at the pick
for no grown man stooping so low president
why when we all need rescue you run
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i can't tell this mind
to stop this hand
to stop this pen
from colouring this page
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he lived a avarage life
with avarage wife
wrote and love his avarage poems
embrass his avarage kids
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We speak as we seek

i am lost in the mist of my own jungle
i scream in silence yet my loud voice couldn't be heard
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