Konjit Berhane Poems

In the world of Saints
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The poor
The homeless
The mother
The father
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Born crying
Die smiling
For it is a change
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At this time at this moment you are reading this
Some one somewhere is infected by HIV virus

At this time at this moment you were done with the two lines
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Mr. Peter & my sister

This poem goes out to Mr. Peter
Who is a friend of my sister
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‘m a weirdo
And pseudo
As if ‘m living my primo
Waiting for my secendo
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How long is a second
If you are lost in the sea
And you see no land
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Dedicated to our dog FoFi
Who died on long ago may his soul RIP

I cried and cried
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If roses were with out thorns
Man would have been with out tears
If roses were only yellow
Life would have been shallow
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Please spare me your secrets
I am not your best friend
(atleast not yet! !)
‘N I am sorry to break this to you
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