Thomas Sarko Poems

Not because you don’t have the inclination
To fathom my accent means that I’m dumb
This is some prove of your tunnel vision
Stop talking, ‘cause when you speak, I hear a thump
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What else can I say
Of color, creed, state or race?
We chat as if we’ve been old friends
But what’s the boundary, but what’s the difference
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As the old adage, goodbye is the saddest word to say
But I’m saying it with the assurance that you have given
By helping us to rediscover ourselves in two hundred and thirteen days
Of which time, our disillusionment transformed into a passion in flames
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Before they arrived, we used to be so undisturbed
From far and near, we hailed our friends; they stayed
And they've quickly explored, uncovered, discovered and conquered
Every stone, and every stem, even this clay on which we pray
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