Julius Saidu

Faint voices
Quiet talks
Men in shadows of fear
De remains of wars
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I still recall the childhood plays in some African days
Where de sun play with the children
Moon sings with us at night
Tales at the door of moonlight
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Flowers slowly fade,
The sun slowly goes down
Darkness kills the light slowly……..so it is
Her love for me fades slowly,
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Like a fake cloud that promises an unfelling rain
So she promised me love
Saying now she has forgotten about such vow
Oh love, I wish you were a river to keep on flowing without stop
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We the sand of the sea shore
Walking like zombies
Life is short and dead is closer
We walk on empty ground with hallow souls
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DREAMS, DEAD, GHOST STORIES
Night brings forth dreams
Dream told stories
Stories about dead
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They hunt more
More scary than deer devil
Those moments with sorry now
They are never satisfied
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I've learned from the distance
Wind shadows
Range from the east
Like water drops
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Her stories I know
How she sweeps the flowers
With her scent
Her breeze, blows dead thorns fresh
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I dream of times when my name lingers in the tongues of men, staying long like the sky in its empty space
I dream of times when I be called among the great of history, staying and living old with time in its endless journey
I dream of a world where its people clap echoes of peace and dances in the fields of unity. Smiling to truth of oneness; embracing the fear of the creator
I dream of a society that boast of men of mildness', product of greatness, yields of waken love
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She goes by immoral struggle;
Prostitute
He goes by unjustified vengeance;
Villain
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If it comes, why I say nay?
Fates will be tilt to fill
The breeze will blow and sway
When I reached the other realm
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When the earth is scorch with dryness
The sky is blamed
When the flowers wither……
the seasons' are blamed
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This field turns grey
As time rust; old in his hut
My deeds alone and stamped
It's all come to end
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Grow up brother and take a firm stand,
Sway no more twas wheat in the field,
Anarchy is loose
The future is washing away.
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As leafs in the wind
coaxing the debris of time
blowing and fading my troubles
little pinching sounds i hear
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At the far end of my delusions
Coax readings
In my clouded facial stream
I am to raise a quill
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Our food is left undone
Our wheat un-thresh
Our heroes have gone to sleep
Our fathers are losing their sanity in the liquor store
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