Mogare Nyamoko Poems

And Friday night cometh
When we would sit at the table
With the strangers who claims they bore us.
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A day memorable it was,
So fine with the clouds spreading like wings on the sky
And the coldness of it's spreading felt.
Ooh yesterday, where did you go?
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Before we leave the ground,
And on it's belly we enter,
Legacy is all we seek,
A good name but not well remembered,
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One of the sunnless afternoon,
The crowd offers a sanctified sacrifice.
Seen unjustly gaining without vain
From a client not aware.
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Tears have dried
Like a river in drought.
A bye bye I couldn't wave;
A bye bye I couldn't say
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Now brightly it shines
Like the morning sun
But this heart, yesterday was painted
To conceal it's darkest parts.
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A moment once I was,
A survivor in the world of war.
Fought endlessly nakedly without aid.
A victor I wanted to be.
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Among the mornings
When up my eyes would crack open
And my wish to continue dreaming her ambushed,
Weak legs afraid to step down
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I fall to every temptation,
Not because I want to
Not because am too weak
But because I don't want to prove man
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The city rots,
The aroma of refuse shoots the nose
But each individual walking on the street,
Clean he, she claim to be.
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