Jude Fuhnwi

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When knees and heads went down,
All they asked Him was for their own
Even in faith, the pair was downtrodden
And phew! Yahweh shifted the burden.

My people wail in pain
The world mute and deaf
Our oppressors kill and maim for gain
Valiant as ever my people stand firm.

Life was so beautiful
All things merry and bright
A season red, green and cheerful
Sweet candies and eggnog kept it right.

‘Tis just fate, but again it isn't
I talk no better of hate if it isn't.
Be nice to me, just be nice -
Rejecting hate is not the price.

A green snake in the lush greenery,
Wearing a luxuriant smile of ingratitude,
Garbed in semantic exactitude.

Misguided for political gains
On parade the academic iguana
Vilifies men of valour for grains
And jumps with irie in his buffoonery.

From a colonial anomaly
They gloat over a seething underclass
Where injustice and greed reign supreme
Like quicksilver persecuting for prosecution

From the ruins of her razed home
Stuck in rotting bodies she cannot inter
Is the burden of a frail old mother
As her lips quaver with songs of Rome.

Some soiled phony freedom
For years,
Robbed our forefathers of wisdom
Of yesteryears,

Alleluia! Christ is risen
His love carved in greisen
A new dawn of sunrise
Anew in faith we rise

With you on the throne
I really am not alone
In this city lying alone
In quiet from the cyclone.

I see you celebrate when I fall
Like you're more meritorious of the call
That you jubilate and not worry at all.
Is it not all the more curious that you stand tall?

Slowly down the street I walk
That morning on the sidewalk
My eyes fixed on her elastic stalk
As she twirled onto the catwalk.

It got me like a stinger
And left me a stranger
Oh yes, it's me - the messenger
Who never failed the astringer

Six decades and three,
I wanted so badly to be free.
So, I turned to Osagyefo's tree,
Of phenomenal pedigree.

A quiet morning of June,
The sun rose with a miracle.
The arrival of baby Jude,
Oh, and his smile was a spectacle.

Your womb is fertile with mines,
On its back a ploy across borderlines.
A diabolical system that still defines
The cost of losing in loads on frontlines.

Is not that I go from being refugee
To not being one - me poor black man!
I can only imagine me in my negligee
But where is home?

I met a girl with beauty's touch,
Of a way, she leaned into a crouch,
Unbeknownst to her, my heart skipped,
And went out of sync like no one anticipated.

This emerging pattern of who you are
May in no time take away your star
It's like we only win when you win
Is it also possible that 'I' win only when we win?

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A Snatch Of Spring

When knees and heads went down,
All they asked Him was for their own
Even in faith, the pair was downtrodden
And phew! Yahweh shifted the burden.

On the rising sun's back was Melody
And all the hurt was now buried in rhapsody
If she were a flower, call her a primrose
Say it was springtime, if writing modern prose.

A quiet April morning hath come!

Her cry was full of life,
Everyone loved her,
Her own existence was highlife,
They were all over her,
She was flourishing at nine,
Full of smiles and fine lines.

Her dream to touch the skyline
Drifted her parents to cloud nine.

Little Melody was in chase of that dream,
In a classroom figuring what future she'll bring,
When bullets shifted her dream to a scream,
And all that crumbled; a snatch of Spring.

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In vain they strain their brain, to seal lips and reign.

Though in shadow I walk free, the freedom on parade is nothing but a charade.

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