Take My Hand
Take my hand
Cool is my head
Cool is the way to peak
Take my hand
Your footsteps, I'll take to peak
A top the mountain,
Flowers below us we'll see.
Take my hand
This ropy bridge is shaking
Below, the river twirls away
Below, I see a crocodile preying
In this river, with a laughing bottom
This river, the other side, beckoning
The wild fruits, so sweet is their juice.
Take my hand.
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In her Wings Yonder
Of colored rainbow
A drizzle soft for slumber
Peeled herslef from the sun
A sparkling margestic fairy
A bird in honeyed voice
In a sandy beach I sit
Waves recoile and splosh splash
She makes spice of chocolate voice
She laughs and in water she plays
In unison the birds fly and chorus
Colours fly and swim
Her garment of rainbow I'm enwrapped
Carried I fly over
All in her wings Yonder.
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Mother Chicken
Kut, kut, kwee, kwee, she calls
Chicks run to mother, and flap their wings
The mother, pecks and scratches ground for worms
Kut, kut, kwee, kwee, a sweet mother's sign
They hop, dance, jump and run in delight
A day is made, with a lovely mother's sign.
Kut, kut, kwee, kwee, on the ground she scratches
Kwi, kwi, merrily they've pecked for worms
Happy under shade, they are covered under wings.
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My Love, Don't Make Me Cry
The stars are up, a spectacle of splendor
The moon so clear and winks
You said you'll be here
And like babies would play
In the beach, would laugh
Scoop sand, sprinkle water for play
Here I wait, Golden sunsets count
Moons come as your face teases
Your call honeyed like a bird's song
Promise of a sweet dawn, so I'll stay
A mother is a way, a baby would cry,
My tender petal, don't make me cry,
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My Flag My Country
Wind blows, my flag dances, in the wind
The anthem is sang, souls in unison bond
My flag is tough in the wind, none would
Blow my flag a way, my country I'm proud
Defender is me, the glory of spilled blood
During emancipation from slavery,
The ills washed, and made white as cotton
The struggles, the quest for victory
My flag flies, in wholeness,
The sweet, reminiscences of my country's history.
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To You My Beloved
The gate is ajar
The gate of my heart, fondly and lovely expectant
The gate is ajar
Roses are beautiful
Roses with petals and engraved with love
Roses are beautiful
My mother's milk
A taste so fresh from breasts like yours erect
My mother's milk
Honey is sweet
Done by bees with flowers' nectars
Honey is sweet
To you my beloved
My heart's love petals, sweet is a cool sunny day
To you my beloved.
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Sweet Mask
Hi dear, Hello dear
I remember father telling us,
Of girls, who hid behind curtains
Of girls who lit fires
On faces of, to be, bridegrooms
Of maids who wore masks.
And to reveal, were suitors.
The mask, I have seen
This mask, that ye have won
I wish I would peel
I know, beneath lies, no stern
Beneath, a longing, honeyed
Heart, lies in heaven
Ecstasy, a waits, a clock ticks
Sweet mask, ye will, peel!
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Your Tears, Wipe Them Dry
The mounds you see
in them, your mum
and dad, wake them
not, your tears shall dry.
Wheels so speedy
crashed, their souls flew to sky,
cry not, your mumy and dady
am I, this weak body
and my palms,
you are sobbing? No sobs
I could have cried, tears
Ever they would flow,
Must, my foot on ground
Gone is gone, my breast
Your father suckled
Your mum I guarded
I am you, you are me
Your, tears, wipe them dry.
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Gadhafi, debtless lion!
Like a lion, roaring, animals shudder
An empire so vast, swimming in riches.
Dreamland, father of a United Africa
Me told, Libya had no Western debt, in Africa!
Riotous, countrymen, cause, he overstayed, he had sinned
To culvert hole, him, they followed.
Ululations, Celebrations, rocked
Bloody mass, mute flesh, Gadhafi reduced by lead.
To second lion, whose reign shall be
No Western debt, let Libya be!
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Hongera!
Mother Africa
When early bird
Sang to welcome
The morning sun
You were up
Ready to brighten our day
When it was
Dryness all over
When river beds
Were thirsty
And no drops
Of honey down our throats
You made us feel
That all were there
For your bare palms
Hold us with warmth
The desire for all that we dream
The boulders on you,
Away we will lift them
We love you,
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