Jacques Sprenkie Mateya Biography

It took a pain to travel
A road so long
Had to travel it
I am face with connivers! Death?
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Death died death
A tragic death of unusual death

Cemetery moaned, howled and wept alone
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Dusty field is mindless horror reigned
And the blood is flowing like a Nile river in Marikina's dusty field.
Contemporary history is full of repetition
There is massacre in our mist again
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Singing a silent song in language of ernegy
It comes out shy
Look! At it braches
Lenging eyes down
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Don't call my Africa a moron!
After stealing its means
Poisoning its food
Larcenous its resources,
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