Kenneth Umunna

High up the cliff
Where the lowly finds a seat
With comfort on a throne
All made beyond your know
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The heart in us like anvils feel
And tears in us like fountains fill
We fear the world in which we dwell
And wish it drown down in a well
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My beauty is but a gift
Received just like you did
Neither maker nor better am I
But mere and mortal
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Mother most pure
Spotless, meek and devout
An epitome of purity
Carved by the master
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Here we are again
Blood dripping in sweat’s place
Anguish sounding in joy’s place
Loss counting in gain’s place
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Never seen so pure a virtue
Not many may dare to pursue
That one may be without a she
Is such a wow to me
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You think you can
I know you can
But calmer still your rage reserve
In quiet they all come your way
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From the troubles of zoe
The throes of love
The fallacies of lust
The destruction of infatuation
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And the words keep ringing in my head
She says she cannot take it anymore
She says she is losing her head
I feel I am the worst of all
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All night long
The roar of man is heard
In sleep our calms reveal
At least none ever violent
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Far away, there on the edge
No fear of fall, it’s on a wedge
Safe and sound their music rocks
Its echo sent back by the rocks
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In her scream, she hears its cry
In her pangs her dolor fade
She says in joy Alas! Alas for her dream alas
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No love No hate; No warmth No cold
Who dares to take a drink or take a hold?
The weird’s toll stands on the rise
Who dares to stand or scream arise
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All I need, all I want
I know my need, I know my wants
But my need I want to have
And make a choice of which to have
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Like bread it is; not bread it is
But used much more than bread
Must be in hand for bread to come
Or else no bread can come
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Years ago I penned you down
Unknown to me your value then
So purely you were conceived
So real the thought of you
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Let the lights come on
There is someone in the money house
He wasn’t there the day before
Why are the lights not in use?
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He writes of love and hate
He writes of good and bad
He writes of cold and warmth
He writes joy and laughter
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Our laughter he invokes
But serious the Issue is
You say one when two you mean
And fight when given one
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The cutter flips and cuts
Like a butcher does he slices
But full of mercy he does
Not like the other cutter
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