Samson Nyarima Poems

My private life is
Broken china on wet asphalt
Trying to gleam but only a dull reflection
Of once art remain,
...

shared agreements
flash bulbs...
camera clicks
the rolling flick
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In Noe's ark
Lay a man
'I am afraid Lord
All these animals
...

Slowly, the sun peeps
From its mourning grave
Red like a forgotten bush fire
Touching the embers of a waking day
...

When finally we come out of this long
Silence
It will not be for hate,
Rather, the not wishing
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