Amos Christopherson Masereka

We will be taken captives of the rebellion demands
Bloodshed pictures are forcibly grabbed from our hands

Burnt and then later are perfumed
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While her pains lasted all the eight and one month
She drowned in deep shire until my birth

And whetted her strength with fury so bright
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I hear voices now and again
Of losses of a beloved dear wife
So false and true to believe in vain
I remember her scent and our life
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A cloudy, gloomy, cool, rainy morning
Fresh, transparent, and sparkling,
Muddy dreams pouring and droplets springing
And all my things left in an open to get dry
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In time, days, months to years

Is the failure of relationships
In January to July to December

And the shallow of rivers
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They say love is sweet
Do they know what a sweet thing is
They compare love to multiple things
Do they ever mention them
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You can cut off my legs
And any other part connected to my body
I love but my right hand
I write totally nothing without
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I thought I Lost Twice in a Row
I was away with my friends
But this'd hurt the most
She was very beautiful
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Music is a big part of our life to sustain
Listening to music takes the whole brain
It can also improve your memory
When someone shouts at you expertly
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Do not listen, be then deaf
And misinterpret circumstances
Do not see, be then blind and stumble
Thinking in change there is no use
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New clothes new habits
That leaves the receptacle no deficits

And they gone to school with guts
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I don’t know what people want to hear,
While they listen to the speech?
When I am asked to introduce myself in public
I find myself beginning with my name and where I come from
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Before I met you I had confusions
I had questions and never the more had answers
So love is when you marry a rich man
And beauty is when you have everything you need from a man
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As we hurry Into the Taxi park
The taxi earlier than us is under attack

As I perceive sound and voices
None is busy around and noises
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My Wife Is Coming Back
I would like to be happy but am under attack
I will clean the whole city
This being another priority
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Yesterday they were running after me
They thought I was the thief that took with him the woman’s money
I from far back heard with doubt a clap of mockery bullets
And a shout came after the sound of guns’ toys
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They went into Territorial Army
Not their arrangement for studying
Life is a teacher of cross ends
We need to experience to live
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I will even be donating blood
There and then
Time I hear the
Red Cross van is in the country
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Memorize the motor vehicle my dearest
Dropping me near the trees of your home
When cold and shivering was about to kiss your lips
And your dad came by sneaking
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If at all you
You could say a word
Each day
Like it was your last word
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