Aziz Baako Poems

What do you know about Africa?
Is it the news, the views or the review
Of news paper overviews.
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The sun masked in the roar
of the Atlantic Ocean,
whiles.
Freedom and I were discussing beeps:
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Freedom is a an African youth
Enrolled in the school
Of hard knocks.
He doesn’t know about the university
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Like a Remain, I perched by a riverbank,
Close to a blustering class room
Taking the breeze
On a February first, seventeen
Hundred GMT
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The Dead were all over the place
The Dread was all in our face.
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Anytime I am in the gray side of my mind
I think about the kind of world
We will be living behind.
I think about the headlines in the news
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Dear Aziz
After many years of walking the streets, viewing
And reviewing the everyday happenings
Of people like Freedom world wide, I am done
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After being the cradle
Of human kind,
After being the host
Of the greatest civilization
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Big cities have a reputation of upholding
A miserable history.
The mystery about them is they could
Hold a man’s heart stone cold.
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Frown cloud was moving with the crowd
Outlined the casket as the hours fly
To fifteen hundred; the fifteenth of MAY.
It was clear that Cobby is truly gone
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