Why stand by the corner
Oh feint soul?
I hear your cries
Like a wounded lion
At my sight
You ran into the dark

Come out!
Come out!
Oh feint soul
I worketh thee not
I know your bitter laughter
Bitter laughs I hear

You seek retribution
You favour vengeance
Revenge your heart cries
Entangled in your bitterness
The shimmer of death
You seek

Forgive not
Oh feint heart
Forget not
Oh bitter soul
Seek not
Oh vengeful heart

I call to you
Shadow helper
Grief not
Alas
I grief
Yet I sorrow not

I plunge a knife
Your heart I pierce
Feint heart
But bitter soul
Vengeance I seek
Retribution my calling

-Shadow Helper
From A Collection Of Small Mummy's Poetry
Written by me.
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A street urchin
The slums his home
An unwanted foetus
A born-throwaway
Carrying signs of vagabonds

An unlucky fellow
A seed of the night
Loveless memories
Hate be breathed

Everyone knows him
A street worker's seed
The planting of an agbeero
A drunk for the night

Like rotten eggs
A dumpling for garbage
The torment of a grieving mother
Unwanting his kind

Left to rotten
A mistake on the road
Paid for like a bargain
His coming
She hated

She bereaved at his sight
An unlucky fellow
Thrown into the night
A dumpling for garbage

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