abbas abubakar

Why do you want to eat me
And give me the remains
You held my hands
That you know a spring
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Sons of ancient soil
Sons of ancient moon
Sons of our old mother
Who wake before dawn
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Broken chair walk in cloud of gravel spine
Yet montanes cry of lost voices
Deserts have been encroached by stamps of death
Claws of wind tearing shielding rocks if desolate soul
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I came to the world
With a word in my palm
I trekked through this valley
Just to sow this word in wind's womb
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Many creatures are in ovation
Humming and singing in glee
For this day is a birthmark
Of a genius on earth
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I am the voice of unspoken history
I am the voice of the unhatched child
I am the voice of unborn tears
I am the voice of unhosted heritage
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I ferry
On this lane of poetry
With stanzas not like storm
and lines not like rock
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I found her
She...
She that moistened my heart
With dew drops of love
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Blood
in
Gourd
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Ever since my eyes are ripe
I have been wondering
If it shall rain all day
For the cloud gets darker
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Like ants
Drummers cluster around
Rotten beads of sugery beasts
Their drummsticks land on band
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Once again
We heard drumbeats on our roofs
Our heart lit with drops of happiness
For our land, gushing sizzling wind
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I start
In your Name O Lord
The begining of milestone
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When i move
I move in vineyard
Covered by dews of her smiles
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When sea water
No longer break the flames
Of burning reeds
I know for sure
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Their days weren't without whips
They traul through trails of travails
Climbing life with broken veins
They sipped their
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Even though my tongue is tongueless
My fingers would clap their lips
To hum this songs of my tears
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I would have risen
With a millon men
Matched with arms of lenght
To quench it flame
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I fathered
Then am fathered
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Many years ago
We were toddlers
Riding along the world in oblivion
We became naked soldiers
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