Martins Akhoeneto Poems

Homecoming was fun, awesome
But now so tiring and worrisome
In the year when trees made music.
Radiating the grandeur of glorious heaven.
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I knew you when the morning wore no mask of gold,
When dreams were stitched by hands both humble, brave, and bold.
Before the weight of wealth could bend the human heart,
Before proud walls were built to keep old friends apart.
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Falling tears, like leaves in seasons
For how many more years
Shall you shed those tears,
All for memories beyond reasons
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Year in, year out you come
In great delusion, an epic interest
Packed in vans of delusive saboteurs,
With pledges, both milk and in honeycomb
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A time will come,
Real shall it become,
A day of dry rains
Against your early bargains.
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Black nights, blindfolded to heaven
Anchored beneath, a steel hell
Everything ill deed is given
A crescent moon bade farewell,
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Fly away O! Egrets
In a myriad of beaut design
Brighten up the blue skies
In great clusters of whites.
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When gold wears stolen wings, the truth walks slow,
Yet honest seeds still wait their time to grow.
The books we bore now seem like empty stone,
While fraud builds thrones it never truly owns.
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The lamp of learning burned through countless nights,
Yet false-made stars now steal the morning's lights.
We climbed through books with faith as our reward,
While crooked roads have crowned the faithless lord.
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You were the first sunrise my eyes ever knew,
the quiet mountain on whose shoulders my tomorrow learned to stand.
Your palms were maps of broken seasons,
yet they blossomed into bread before our hunger could speak.
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