The Voiceless
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Poverty ceased their pleased voice,
their songs for the Holy Night,
hushed – to a useless silence.
These streets of sadness,
wherein noises prospered,
wherein youngsters frolicked,
where the doves’ wings fluttered tirelessly,
sprawled lifeless like a ghost town.
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They never heard the word happiness;
only the word hunger;
they only pray perhaps in this silent
world they can see a drop of hope.
African Queen
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Your lips, your eyes.
Do not change them for the whole world.
Your purest of skin and
Smoothest of hair.
Such a magnificence you're.
Your smile, your speech.
These outline who you're.
Your name, your dialect.
Are a part of you.
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Your frame, so small.
Your spirit, so tall.
Let it reach for the stars.
Let it shine brighter than the sun.
Who will you be? in case you exchange …
If not you!!
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I see Africa in you.
Your image defines its every nook.
The beautiful life of Africa.
You are a true beauty.
You are my african queen
My Desire
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There’s a voiceless tune in each raindrop,
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streaming down the window sheet
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a vociferous, painful distant sob
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inside the throat and at the cheek faded.
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Where there is a skyline to show desire
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It softened within the rainy clouds long ago.
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There’s a voiceless tune
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in each drop, each saying.
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You are my silent tune,
You are my true desire
Cycle
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So disgusted by these facts ;
Catch in undoing - seem to be the reality
Handed to fate - unable to break out,
sitting by the road side trying to understand the world around while
Tear drops without knowing because;
some people seems to be lost.
Upon the face - the pangs of misery communicate,
each second passed is time to abhor
They hope to drape in the garments of disparaging grace,
shrouding misfortune off their feet
A taunt of hope to get on with every day,
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An open palm hoping for manner from heaven,
luckily a Coke and a Biscuit just to ease hunger.
But not a gifted manner just a mirage to the thought,
a moment in dream brings retch of bile
No mind to ease fact's blight,
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A lot people with no path seeking the foreign land.
As night time greets without region to rest,
on common ground they lay their head
Waking nightmares is the life they lead, while
morning comes bringing all its dread
Embraced with discarded dreams and desire,
The cycle repeats with no end.
Humans
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Some Humans realm constitutes sort of chums;
Evil and
while some are good comrades.
Some are so black hearted with misery,
Discriminate and derives their joy and pleasure in harming others.
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While Some pretend to be your pal but cheat and gossip about you,
they are unreliable and they can kill dreams.
by slowing your punctuality to success
And subtract values in you.
They are what you can call scoundrels
For they in no way truthful or
ready to sacrifice for you.
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While some humans are very kind and
ready to share your grief,
Befriending and making happy.
Acquaintance in no way weaken the energy in you,
And in no way make you feel less.
They are mostly the source of your success,
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they are like siblings, mother, brother, uncle you never had!!
They are ready to double your pleasure,
Never damage, dribble or lie.
They possesses the self belief in you,
Helps and show you the right path.
They are the of wisest fellow of all wise fellows
They Possess remarkable qualities and have the biggest of hearts,
They are very rare and am so lucky am surrounded by a lot these set of people:
and the entire group of #euronation community I love you all !!!
