African Rhythm

The foes beat the
drum of prejudice,
the Deity will not let
it sound; if the Deity
lets it sound, they
will be the one to
dance to the rhythm.
The termite only aspires:
no termite can have
the stone pulverized.
Their malicious
thoughts have only become
our luck.

poem by Bosun Abdul
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The way it is

World of bounty
wealth and riches

yet of emaciation
penury and destitution

world of peace
serenity and azure

yet of war
conflict and strife

world of sweet taste
honey comb and milk

yet of bitterness
tongue and bile

world of brightness
egret and morning sky

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poem by Bosun Abdul
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