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Mike Chigo Mar 2018
Long have I searched for answers,
Met not one that knows
Over different lands and waters
This quest takes me high and low
The furnace heats up and I cannot bear
But clutch my heart with silence and tears

A thin line between love and hate,
Many have died in faith or is it fate,
For things they believe or things they want to believe,
Many talk, many walk, many more fear,
But in those last moments, they take it all in silence and tears.

First it was love, now it is hate,
Vengeance burns red in her heart like hells gate
Who could she tell, who would believe her
Weak and helpless she succumbs to her father
Who always has his way and ties her to a chair
Here she cries every night...In silence and tears

Another day, another lay- he would say
Little did he know there was a price to pay
Now he lays helpless on his sick bay
Another passenger on the broad way
If only he’d known there was something to fear,
He wouldn’t be here, watching them – watching him
In silence and tears

In my darkness I see the light,
Blazing hot but not blinding me eyes
Now, I remember it was sometime in March
It must have come from her smile
The kind that puts color on a black heart
With only a name she leaves me in silence and tears.
Mama Africa,

She's a blessing to mankind,

Her soil is fertile and lush,

Her skies are forever sunny and blue,

Underneath the soil lies minerals still yet to be touched.

She has worked for her children, oh, if only they knew!.

Blessed to be born in the bossom of mama Africa,

Cursed!, we allow her to waste and wither

She cries tears of blood, as she watches her children slaughter their brethren for selfish gain

When would we Learn, children of Africa!

When will we learn, we are one Africa!.

Hey there,
I heard you see stars
You look a lot like them, are they your sisters?
Stars for eyes, the sun for a body
Making aphrodite look so ungodly
Even gravity couldn't pull you down
Now I know the meaning of heaven bound
Even oxygen followed you to the moon
So I guess you're breathtaking and I will die on you
Imperfection is beauty, but you're way past that
You're flawless, you're more than a goddess
We kissed in a kitchen, it was great
But now the food is jealous of how your lips taste
If I could, I would write on the moon for you to see
And say 'I Love you, Do you Love me?'

Yours truly,
Inspired by the girl in the ripped jeans

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