doyi lani Poems

The path started concrete in the land of the dead,
Step by step it turned to the color of red,
Tired eyes gaze upon a river turned black,
Cries of the buffalo there is no going back.
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He asks for drink he asks for bread,
Some give love some turn their backs instead,
'Alcoholic' words of stone thrown towards his head,
'Those free from blame cast the first stone' a man once said,
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constantly thinking cannot turn it off,
constantly climbing cannot put it off,

constantly knowing that it may cost,
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Democracy came,
Democracy left,
Marking the material meek for death,
The one to fallow pumping hot lead in their chest,
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