Mogare Nyamoko Poems

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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The sun has set again,
The moon is hidden
And the darkness rages fiercely
As tears drops like waterfalls,
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The thorns harmless I thought,
The sweet aroma alluring
And quickly my hands plucked
The desert rose.
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As I passed through streets,
Streets of Angels prosecuting,
Men salivated for my young body,
A body with erect mountains
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