Renson Opati Poems

Before the morning sun,
The voice still calls me hun,
In the morning dew still can run,
My feet cannot stun,
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The heart swings and sings,
The mind seeks and clings,
The golden bell sounds with rings
The sacred scouts reign with wings,
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Like a dove I land alive,
With reason, vision and mission,
With warm hands u have me,
To rest at the crest with legends,
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Today I did my share in building a troubled nation.
I treated myself with a sudden yet necessary inflation of my account,
In fact, to a loan from a local money lending firm.
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What is politics?
Should I believe what my mother told me in the kitchen or that which my father said at the verandah?
Should I trust what the preacher proclaimed or that which my teacher taught?
Should I trust the explanation of the intelligent or the mad man on the street?
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