Umar Faruq Poems

Many more ride,
Along the tangle tied.

On my lonely Journey,
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The quarter still remains dark, skin still remains black, out of the Negroes.
The elders still wish we could all be the black,
That of our fore elders.
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Fool-hardy sail in dark weathers, reckless rail in bad weathers.
Engorge, filled with blood with pains and no help either.
Acceleration in which your deadly life depends.
Realism of a living dead.
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