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Emmanuel Davies Nov 2020
Morphemes clustered in unison
Dancing wistfully
To the melodious tune
Of ink dabbed on empty pages
Drawn from the deep well of art
Framed from freely forged phrases
Adorned in a symphonic clause
Of well taught sentences

Oh the simplicity of it
The art of writing!!
Emmanuel Davies Oct 2020
When nations beckon
And the world refuse to reckon
Desires begins to burn
Upturning
To the very last one

Heart throbbing against self *******
Fighting false battles
Along the way
Liars exonerated in white robes
Perambulating, freely reassuring false hope
Beggars bellowing bad breath
Living luxurious lives like lords
Tailored tight thieves take turn
Chopping cheap chops
On platinum platters
Thinkers in their infinite wisdom
Making hilarious decisions

What's there to it?
In this vain world
If not that by your greed
We should be crushed
Into nothingness
Then maybe our eyes
Will open to see the world
For its cunningness.
A better nation would be achieved if only we would take off our blindfold both people and elected.
Emmanuel Davies Oct 2020
A very big thanks to all
For your appreciation
And for giving me an opportunity
Amongst poetic elites as yours
Thanks
Emmanuel Davies Oct 2020
Power down
A short while
Flip the switch
Bring back to life
Thank you all for your appreciation
Emmanuel Davies Oct 2020
This quarantine's got me dizzy
Someone help me
With a cup of hot coffee
Or should I go on
Being lazy
Emmanuel Davies Oct 2020
When nations beckon
And the world refuse to reckon
Desires begin to burn
Upturning to the last one
Heart throbbing against self *******
Fighting battles along the way
Liars in exhornorated in white robes
Perambulate, freely reassuring false hope

Beggars bellowing bad breath
Living luxurious life like Lords
Tailored thought thieves take turns
Chopping cheap chops
On platinum platters
Thinkers in their infinite wisdom
Making hilarious descisions

What's there to it
In this vain world
If not, that by your greed
We should be crushed into nothingness
Then maybe our eyes will open to see
The world for its cunningness
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