Justin Nyamoko

From lands so fertile;
Dispersed by the wind so hostile;
Brought to weedless lands fragile;
The weed that has spread like wild fire grows.
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Am old and unholded
All the poignant memories piercing my brains
Lost opportunities eating me alive
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In the street light with colours of light
Your face with beauty hanged
Like you were born now gone
Raped and crucified for us to see
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The evening is iced,
a woman sweet they have lost
to the distant lands far.
Loud cries shaking the small hill,
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Thrice I have fallen,
down deep the freezing sea
And the multitude has watched me
With phone cameras to take snaps
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Earth, my soul shall depart;
The crusade of my ancestors it shall join;
Earth below the mourning being I shall leave;
Engulfed by darkness beyond dark
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Till oceans become dust,
A preacher of love ordained,
Till my weary weak heart shall burst,
Your hand I shall hold
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