Ngara Fishing Ground
From Ngara fishing ground emits the fish of sweets
Bliss of peace embodied in the best God's eyes
Seated curvedly coats, the fish blossoming swifts kisses
A mother of swift's variety shows imposed by the author's ices
Mud of hospitable wells, well vested in the giggling land
On top of the tree sighs ADMARC and air circles the monster
Propeller of funs and only poet fully embraced in her hand
While down the roots, rests the colorful coves of bay's roaster
Gruesome birds swimming in the fresh seashes
And assembles lodges, pots of green, supper natural Ngara's love
The fishing ground of blue breeze mesmerizing fishing cells
Eminent emerald of Ngara Empire, in the mother nature's dove
The hottest ceramic, humid welcome, plays its role like english
Stifling springs of warmer mists and coolness a smile lay
The key of Karongan coasts, the rich mother Ngara with fish
The poly star coastal basis with mother nature's clay
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Out Of Africa
We trod and trod only for out of Africa
We still tread in summer
We always cry out for help
The help of numerous African feebles
We at rest squeeze and squeeze only for gold
We still squeeze ourselves to the fumes
Fumes of poverty by our sites of sights on board
And we never overcome ourselves
We indeed tread and trod for a hand
For out of Africa is our face
Our face of dark and red continent of bungs
But nicely and strongly made
We can't stand near ourselves
Only if well induced
Add power to these poor mothers
Our energetic mothers with children ahead
These African frameworks, these poor beings!
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Hate
All life of hate
life of great lake of tears
and desperation of late
She showed up and faced fears
She saw sunlight
But in it there was hate
from the roots, only one root
the mama litto, mama
she called on breast feed, nana
And then she missed it,
the breast went abroad of mists
And that's the focus of debt
the focus of hata list
Look, only two souls, and three
Only two great souls were close
Herself, into marriage of beasts,
She thought there was summer hut
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Rules Of Chasing Baboons
If sunrises on mount Gideon
on the raods, and only sandy routes
Strifling on it to the baboon house
Twenty miles away from home
it grins by your foot
If you are late with a minute,
cereals are unretreated;
Shinning to the baboos' house
And they shoot with aquick steps
With their rifles clearly held
And cereals, cry for support
There are decrees attached to them
Beautifully laid down, the human life
For they say we grow and you care
But when such rules, scary ones
But when rules are in the autam
And both lives are bothered
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I Was There
The country descended to rages
The people geared in a gallant smile of fingers
While the mountain on top
Was sending radio massages
Of rocks down the doorway
I was there when I saw a cloud
Covering the stirred terra firma of a crowned Salmon
Peace! Liberty! While lakes filled with hot water
Tampering the great multitude down walkers
I was there when I saw an impious regime
That system was collected with over drifts
With beauty and happiness when sun hand risen
Then it sunk into fallible pieces of embargo
Succumbed, reaaly disturbed in forgone
I saw the economy traveling down stairs
The forex, my fonex wing for another residence
Gasoline, fuel....unfilled cars cruising on a queue bone
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Everything In The Loo!
These things, these things
settling and settling in the heart
Assemble weapons and pat on the rat
And settling and settling as soldiers unto war
And the heart of owner, the king and the warrior
They come and come as to mall and flip and gallop
Filling such body of organs and mop and swap
Happily and swagger, they creep as to war and grow
Poor soldiers, poor soldiers marching as to war and wrath
And that hand simply and simply gets frail and pale
And the commando laughs and blues to kill and peel
Finished yeah, finished while the owner comes and consoled
Finished yeah, finished fighters applaud on a such commando
While the owner comes and consoled and consoled unto call
The sun then glares and glares, the night unto fall
The words roar and roar and roar from above love
And it comes and says, everything in the loo!
And everything burns, scorched and goes and goes unto coal
Then the heart stands and stands, resuming from dawn
And smeared and smeared now and again with fire flame
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Gideon Valley
In the Gideon valley I grew up, crawled with scars
I was drowned ten times when I was a young stratum star
The stream in between I swum when it was winter usual crest
Perfectly the home of baobab trees, songs of baboons' seasons' lake
The land was born and discovered from nose of rose hearts
Such a tall man went bare footed to clear the air stripe hectares
Such atall feet entangled in sands, strong path he bestowed facts
The gradpa rocked on to save many coming lives of stones of funks
My grandma argued the sprit of huts and perched on the air field
Afterthe lion slept afew days of years of a fallen fluid
My wrinkled mama retained that air stripe of cereals, corns' roll
I limped with her and sped the days like bites and nails moll
My young age, of teens, of rays on railings trail graves
My school life, gripped me and moved on grey matter's groove
And the Gideon leader called often with marker's grades
But I always sung my song of natty gritty day long dredges
I paid the debt spent in vain of widened mighty drawn attacks
I found the ruler of Ngara primary rock and rolled dead anarchies
While the grandma laughed at me in joy
I salute the Gideon Valley of bumper yield glory
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It Shall Come To Pass
Whirlwind is on the lake, wheeled, blowing on the lake
Sun fumbles in the clouds, fumbling from the east
Lights glare, flaring bright under the raked soils
And a son of man sings, singing aglamorous feast
Asong list, sighing, listing from the eastern sky
It shall come to pass, come to pass on the wind
And rock in, rock in like a washed plate
For in the blood, in the blood oozed on the cross
Clean is the heart, the heart and the planet
Within the sorrowful cold, sorrowful cold and hot blowing
The holy word speeds, speeding in the fresh
On the words, words of life and mankind
Needs a flip, aflip so hard and create aholy races
To the author, are the eyes, so hard
He opens, opening the room of hope and charity
As the son, the song submerge and upslide
It shall come to pass, apassover ever the voice
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Our Stars Inside
I wouldn't leave the stars inside if I were you
Such a watchful styles mingling that way
Let eyes blink at Malawian dances
The inside stars giggling and wriggling fot daisy
And emerge the auxiliary bait begrudge
Desperately the tradition is equipped with such drums
Warming the hoods with golden countenance drugs
These innocent incentives sizzling at their base
These stars the steps nurtured by the groaning lightening
Our only stars of the innermost exposure of mighty
Our northern corridor here you are with Mapenenga
Giving a chance of joining the frizzling steps in constable parade
And beeping up with Saza, these men and whites only
Absorb completely your whole some and deep your loveliness
Vimbuza along side this wildness may take you up
To our curled history of the innermost dam
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Summit of Drying Breath
Summer was her, the day of the snailing school boy
On the shoulder with such poles and GPS tool box
In aslow space, he jet passed near the baseless summit
As if herd of bulls, he hoofed up the heel surturating
Four great strengths but with one escorter's lace
The tour guider of that day afternoon race
While the wind swifly spoke in all angles
The grey day leading on a silent blades rangles
He was the talk of the town heading up like a leader band
So at once he nodded on the pull of the land
He crossed the river empty between on top next was the one
The great searchers of national trig pillar lines
Where they wanted to seal their GPS receiving station
But that hill, he gave much respect and knocked upon loops
Because his air breath lapsed, and lapsed of oops
He fell down, just close the pillar door way
And saw the entire horse race passing by in prairie bay
To the west the sun glared red near the district council
And to the east stood ablue cloth pencil
In the middle was an evergreen eye angel
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