Mang'eni Wycliffe Obwoya Poems

Here I am in the world,
Marooned and lost of so many a word,
Abandoned by those who brought me here;
Faraway from those whom I held dear.
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Beauty is a word that flows
Smoothly like a drop of water
On a mirror
Every time it’s sounded
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When I finally opt out I’ll leave,
All living to myself that has once mattered
From this blue-blooded land of the stout
All accomplishments sweet that my sweat fathered
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The blow, the glow,
Flashing on the surface flows,
– A drop on a mirror.
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Lonely worlds,
Skies are dark;
Dead dreams muttering words,
Deep inside am dying,
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