Poems

I am in a lonely desert, dying of thirst and I found an oasis.
I was groping in a dark scary alley, and I saw a dazzling light.
I was drowning in an ocean of despair, then I clutched to a straw.
I was suffocating from asphyxia, then I found a breath of fresh air.
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I am the voice of the voiceless, their voices need to be heard.
I am the voice of the helpless, they need a helping hand.
I am the voice of the hopeless, who will get them out of the woods.
I am the voice of millions of children ravaged by the pangs of hunger.
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Get up and Conquer the World. The world at your feet.
You can do anything you set your heart to do.
Nothing can stop you.
Nothing will stop you.
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What happens in your world is not what happens in mine. Looks oftentimes adorn herself in an apparel of deception.
Bruised but not crushed.
Broken but not shattered.
Down but not out.
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In your cosy arms, succour I seek.
In your succulent breast, solace I yearn.
In your heart of gold, peace I crave.
In your sensual pink lips, affection I long.
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My heart is yours, take it.
My body belongs to you, you can have it.
My life is in your hands, do with me as you wish.
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All my life, been on a search, still on an expedition, a cure to my malady I seek.
Her beauty like the river Euphrates,
If I could drink from her stream of life, my morbus be gone.
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Radiant as the morning sun, a devious diva
tongue sharp like a razor blade.
Luscious Belle, blazing eyes like the daughter of the gods.
Elegant thighs, exquisite legs she walks like the goddess of the sun.
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Under one roof, confined together like inmates each scrambling for the crumbs of their taskmasters. A comedy of error, they have plunged us into this timeless abyss. Beguiled by the Union Jack, they crossed the Atlantis. With a mission to plunder like rapacious mosquitoes. Masquerades dancing naked in the market square.

They woo us with Greek gifts of civilization, with their left hand steal our wealth and defile my people. With his Bible they swayed our gullible hearts. My forbears coaxed under the barrel of his gun.
She arranged a marriage of convenience among strange bed fellows. Long live the Queen our voices have gone hoarse. Thee North and South led to the altar, their marriage a stillbirth. An alliance made to feather the nest of Her Royal Majesty's service.
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How can you sleep at night when I am hurting.
How can you carry on as if I don't exist.
How can you go on like you don't care.
How can you wear a smile on your face when I shed a million tears for you.
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