Isaac Maliya Poems

Mum
I am coming back
This time with a final fight
To pay for my initial lack
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I never thought of this poem
It strolled into me, vividly
Forcing and obliging me
It urged me on despite resistance
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“Walter Mitty” effect, you unleash
Boundaries and limits easily stretched
No civilization, no law, no regulation
False confidence, arrogance, courage to the limit
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The global economy
Grips you tight
As the cheap source of materials
A marketplace for its output
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This poem is me
I am this poem
This poem and I are one!
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Remember, the dream
Walk in its tight realm
It’s never always easy
But always very dizzy
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A place of places
A place of varied faces

A place of choices
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You welcomed me
Though nothing to thee
Ntumba, I will never forget you
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Sinto-me feliz com a tua sombra
Que penetreta o meu coração
É uma sombra de longo prazo.
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“Hold on! ”
Voices one
An Azanian Rastaman
You heard not for diction
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