chichichapatile mangochi

I stand here
Before you
Undressed, nude and stark
Like unclothed sun
...

Evey morning he takes us to the river,
to graze and drink water and play
our mooing he does not understand
Unor his glum face and language do we withstand
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A day start as was yesterday
picking up pieces of fractured day
no breakfast to break the fast
but to fasten the lips with seals of distant hopes
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It was like any other day,
the sun shining, wind blowing
gently, mysteriously across the Atlantic
carrying a message of sadness
...

'You must go home my husband,
life's but a farce;
the lion and lioness of this land
are roaring in the distance. '
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It springs from a well of humanness,
infectious and sometimes conspicuous;
even marriage or religion cannot
dictate who to love,
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Our tears keep on falling
Too soon the champion of freedom
Gone…
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Why do you hunt us like game?
Whose children are we?
And whose children are you?
When a tree is cut down
...

A shopper walks into the shop
passes the security guard cocksure
entrance and entranced
at exorbitant price tags
...

his strokes of walking are,
exact and measured
like mathematical sum of one
plus one
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