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Give Martin Lutherking Jr, The cup of transfiguration, And he shall drink from The river of vaudeville And thoughtless transmigration, Listen children, Nature taught me to drink From the cup of tolerance, But how can Akwasidae Be enjoyed in praises? That is the drums and claps of Africa Beating and pleading violently In excess fear and tears, Now I know, that I will never know My enemies until I become one, Yes, I will never know My love ones until I enjoy the fruit of love, Oh no, the sacred calico Has grown weak and dim, And the hunter has brought A friendly mamba home, My child, do not question The nursing mother Why she is raining in pain, For the door of her anchor Is now shattered in the Valley of infinite darkness, And her child is off To serve the prelate ancestor, Behold, the naked Gods Have nestled their own, And have rewarded nature With the official dress Of the ritual raven, This quagmire is blood-curdling And emotionally unfathomable. © PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI Email: [email protected]
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 5:55 AM UTC
MOTHER’S TEARS
Give Martin Lutherking Jr, The cup of transfiguration, And he shall drink from The river of vaudeville And thoughtless transmigration, Listen children, Nature taught me to drink From the cup of tolerance, But how can Akwasidae Be enjoyed in praises? That is the drums and claps of Africa Beating and pleading violently In excess fear and tears, Now I know, that I will never know My enemies until I become one, Yes, I will never know My love ones until I enjoy the fruit of love, Oh no, the sacred calico Has grown weak and dim, And the hunter has brought A friendly mamba home, My child, do not question The nursing mother Why she is raining in pain, For the door of her anchor Is now shattered in the Valley of infinite darkness, And her child is off To serve the prelate ancestor, Behold, the naked Gods Have nestled their own, And have rewarded nature With the official dress Of the ritual raven, This quagmire is blood-curdling And emotionally unfathomable. © PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI Email: [email protected]
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Apr 8, 2013 at 5:55 AM UTC
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