Chris Mbala Poems

I am an imaginary land
A land where you can
Come unless your dust
Is hidden under that
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Oh! How foolish are these mere platitudes
of this wisdom of miry clay. I heard the
Declaration of my sentence from the East
How hard are these punishments against me,
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His nativity- Your birth and nativity
are from the dust of the earth
You came and return home
Death didn't pitied you.
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