Bieze Josphat

The wizard of Politics
Is the lure
Of the tongue
Is the bag
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If tree leaves were money
I would pluck NOT TRILLIONS
To be the RICHEST
But just two or three
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Am the morning dew
Some call me morning stew
I water your fields at dawn
But the bare-feet frown
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They steal until the owners know
A nation with little to show
For fifty six years
Fill our eyes with bloody tears.
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Those who plant seed
In every fertile hole
Then run at high speed
Oblivious of hurt soul,
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Guilty of what he did
He joined his friends
To a drinking spree
Hoping to set
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She is focused
Drumming her naked lap
As moving
Feet thud and flip flop clap
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On valentine's night
Under a moonless sky
Their eyes shine bright
With charm of love pie.
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I love to hear
My earring sing
Beside my ear
As it swing,
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A long yearly bend
Working all days
To the world's end.
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Their stampeding feet
Make Safari-Ants to flee
Their strong fist
Make cowards ask for plea
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Down the slope of life
Runs a river
Nurtured to develop
By streams 'M' and 'F'
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I wonder of your shortness
Yet my words can't
Circumlocute you.
I wonder of your puzzle
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I perceive your smile
With admiration
Can't wait awhile
For your inspiration.
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Welcome Mr. Sun
Welcome!
How is the white man's
Land where my son
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Beside an empty bottle
Is an empty body
Empty of life.
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I cant afford to
Betray the trust
We have build
From the past.
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Before you leave,
Do you believe,
That Christ suffered,
So that we live!
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Her eyes
Choke me like boiled sweet potatoes
For even flies
Fear her to touch
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