Ishmael Onserio

That influx came humbled,
Lastly as witnesses of that great FOREST,
She cherished universal color of leafy grass each day,
It was not like in a blind spot,
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My name is Sansun, I was named after my mother murmured to the sun,
"Who lives in me, who's he, who's she? " The sun's ardor hit her fill out,
I think she wondered what was going on inside her, just for a good name,
A search for a nomenclature of being, she gave me Sansun, I'm satisfied.
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Trust me as I hold the steering wheel of this desired forward march,
Trust me as I search in deep waters for a well-defined resting place,
It takes a sweat, it's a mind brawling campaign, it needs lots of trust,
Track me, hold a lubricious hem of the dwindling hope along this way,
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I see the nudging grudge of the tyrant's elbow,
Sweeping roads so clean in the sanctioned oblasts,
Poisoned air and mounting tumult from a mighty bellow,
Suffocating innocuous beings, all trampled down in lethal thrusts.
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Welcome to the club,
It's lovely, you fit in this world,
It is the blessed call of nature, a rebirth,
Bring to us a king, let him rule come tomorrow,
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All this is beyond the wandering of my presumed wide-eyed imagination,
The glimpse of this one fact, his egress, has torn my doubting heart apart,
I can't comprehend the cause for this mighty fall, I'm blinded, I'm human,
The hill's treasured crest has been leveled to seabed, just like in surreal art,
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Pray for me now in the name of the most tolerant being,
Pray for me with conviction through this year very new,
Pray for this heart and soul to thrive through that spring,
Count no more the numbers these hands have cursed you,
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I bow my head in deep thoughts as I call back that Independence Day,
My heart crying earnestly as I face distaste of a weird reincarnation,
The gliding reprisals with no pretext drafting that of great liberation,
Those sparking thoughts of emancipation shrouded with rage's sway,
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I am the super alien in front of the multitude,
Metered looks poking my eyes and heart alike,
I live like a frail moth, I thrive well in servitude,
I am used to these, it's my daily aiming life strike.
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Remember me friend when the sun's light is above your head,
Remember me when you bathe in The Euphrates' cool flows,
Remember me when the moon's darkened side stares at me,
At the pinnacle of my youthful living with entreating desires,
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I thought I was dreaming in the wake of that broad daylight,
That mauling through an expanse of the fenced prominence,
On that dawn, many hearts were already swimming in flight,
It was an attempt to uplift a name from years of subsidence,
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The sun is sinking to the west fast,
So early in the wake of each day this time of the year,
The chilly wind blows across the land swiftly,
Numbing the mortal bodies of the living,
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The screeching and heavy stumbling outside,
Heavy boots wading through the rotting leaves stacked,
The scare of the dark engulfing the sky unfolds of the outside,
A scarecrow on the cross clothed in tatters,
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Call me the blessed one in that broad daylight's meeting,
Call me great when friends gather around our dinner table,
Call me extraordinary when my hand wipes those bitter tears,
Call me love as your head finds repose upon my bare bosom,
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