ANANIYA MULUNGU

With grudges, grudges and more grudges
You shoot aiming at all your opponents
Brandishing your sparkling rapier and double-edged sword
And at the same instance
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Ten months down the memory lane
Posies of roses and garlands of wreaths
We somberly lay again
With our cavernous bated breaths
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My pen has dug in deep and it refuses to die.
Its crimson ink desires to portray concealed dark images
Of the outlying past that were once trampled beneath embryonic
Loads of word stipulating the organic rules.
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As we write, we shall write again
With cruel pains and on dark papers
We shall portray again and again
The statue of this once glorious vulture
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Divide us not vulture
Though we are parrots, swallows, and crows
We are known to be one
Though our nests are attached to waterside reeds,
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I will not wait for his breath to resign
So that I can curse the activities of his office
He has to discern the lot before he goes to sleep
He has to be told everything while his eyes are wide open
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We should sketch his face in trees and let it be there
So that one and all can evidently see it and append some commentary
We must even illustrate it down roads far and wide
We should accompany it with captions packed with truth
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Snuff out the guttering candles
Extinguish the brilliant illumination
You can even curse the lamp
If you want him to experience total distress
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With my tremulous hand I scribble
This letter to you my prized Mama
When I thought I was doing a dribble
To live in my own manner
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I cry for them
Blameless, delicate and without a voice
That could plead for clemency.
They never glimpse what they were conceived to
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