Ingibo Benson

A poem just for you,
My special gift to you,
Happy Birthday,
I love to say it again,
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Poem hunters,
The world of a poet,
That stands for the best,
And help young poets have rest,
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Direct my paths,
I know not where to go,
Lead me,
The road is dark and narrow,
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Just as the clay is in the potter’s hand
I'm a made vessel in God's own hand
Just as he makes each vessel out of sand
So God made me from the dusty land
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Natures design,
Wondrful to behold,
Natures design
A lovely sight you bring,
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An epitome of dignity,
An african woman,
A virtous woman,
She has shown her self to be,
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Poverty is bad,
Telling we have got to be hard,
Working with all our might,
Until we reach great height.
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Who adulterated our kerosene?
Where are they? Where do they live?
Unimaginable pains I have seen
For their greed I live in grief
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World aids day,
Celebrating awareness again,
Letting you know it,
Now prevent getting it,
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Happy birthday,
For your day,
God has made it again,
To make you reign,
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Adored by lips,
To grace your form,
And to proclaim my love,
Like flowers,
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Say ye to the righteous, that it shall be well
With him, for they shall eat the fruit of their doings.
-Isaiah 3: 10
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Once an innocent child, was ravished by her guardian
I beseech thee keep not thy yam with a goat.
Ada is a comely teenage with an excellent mind
But to pluck a lovely flower is to kill it
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Suddenly, wild flames thud out
Of our little kerosene lamp
Mocking flames danced on me
With expertise. their hungry mouths
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If you keep hope
Alive, you won't take dope
Out of depression, nope.
If you're a dove
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I have sinned for a million years. my
Crimson red waters, thick by each crime
Passed every crooked path in guilt.
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Our crazy hurry outwits our wits
We wish it is not true. the car speed.
The restaurants. the caution in the winds.
The rape and early sex the little child
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When I heard thy beckoning song, my eyes
Saw signs of things to be done. Things your mind's
Eyes made different and sweet, and so I
learnt the songs rhythm, letting it come to me
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The tattered gown lay fixated
She let her steady gaze tail
The people in the electric box
East to west
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