Truth Osumareton Egbe Poems

I weep for my South African brother Hector Pieterson and the more than 500 other children whose rights, visions, dreams, future and bodies were crushed by people that were supposed to protect them in the Soweto Uprising
I weep for the 2.7 million children that death took in Africa's first World War in the Democratic Republic of Congo
I weep for the little ones striped by poverty, murdered by starvation during the civil war in Nigeria
I weep for my little brothers and sisters in South Sudan
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The parched green and yellow grasses
The bright morning sun that seems to smile at semi-detached houses
The butterflies that dance rhythmically without care for the time on watches
The gentle wind that dries her brows and lashes
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Tomorrow I'll be great
Tomorrow will be free of hate
Tomorrow I'll stop being late
Tomorrow I'll be governor of my State 
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If what I just said was to be recorded and played for my future children, will it improve them? 
If what I just saw was played in my memory years from now, will it be something I'd love to remember?
If someone saw me doing what I just did, would I beat my chest or shudder in shame?
If the picture I just posted on a social network was shown to my new employer on the day of my interview, will I still get the job?
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It started as a suggestion
You took it, you owned it
You told them you were this; you told them you were that
It was not true but who knew?
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TOMORROW AGAIN? !

The parched green and yellow grasses
The bright morning sun that seems to smile at semi-detached houses
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The Release of the Eagles

We have been together for a while
Soared across mountains; walked a lot of miles
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Blue neck tie on my ghost white shirt
My raven black three piece suit
The swirling grey chair in my little cubicle
The way my boss' boss' look makes my boss transform an impossible situation into doable
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He wants to stare into my eyes and see my soul
To hold my hands and feel my joy and pain
To hear the silly things I think
To perceive the aroma of my longings
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I looked at yesterday and I saw a child
Running
Jumping
Skipping
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