Jacques Sprenkie Mateya Poems

My hands are better than yours
Mine are observable
Mine are artistic
Mine are creative
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Its showers of rain not storms of rain
Peacefully it rains
Mother earth is happy
With her furrows teeming with water
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This soil knows me and it appreciates me
The same soil that is concealing my ancestors
People I am containing their genetic codons
Only here! where there is cave of ancestors behind us
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So blatant and bleary mountain
Evoked a clubbable procrastination and blase it
all the good intentions are blasphemy!
It blocked all the roads and tunnels to success
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We walk with foot roads, often in bare foot
Crossing hills and valleys
Across rivers and deserts
Mountains and grades
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Maya Angelou’s day went down

The news came through the glance of the eye
All Averse to feel it’s astound
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Tears rolling as a mighty ocean.

A man is tiger he doesn’t cry
Who said tigers don’t cry?
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What will happen to my son?

When it’s well and done
Will dust mend in the ground?
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There is sunrise here and there
And lights here and there
Oddity and rarity I look,
Where the dark fades to
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You are confined within the unreality of reality
Unity! Unity! It's music to your ears
And leaders are out of tune
Drunk with illusions and delusions of tantrum
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