#zambia - Hello Poetry

Show us your wings African child, Prove to the world you can fly: You know you can fly. Show us your soul African child, Prove to the sky it is bluer: You know it is bluer. Show us your Magic African child, Prove to the night you are a dream: You know you are a dream. Show us your fire African child, Prove to all you are a dancing flame: You know you are a dancing flame.

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Apr 7, 2021

Apr 7, 2021 at 1:46 PM UTC

Yrreg

WHEN THE DRUMS BEAT

Show us your wings African child, Prove to the world you can fly: You know you can fly. Show us your soul African child, Prove to the sky it is bluer: You know it is bluer. Show us your Magic African child, Prove to the night you are a dream: You know you are a dream. Show us your fire African child, Prove to all you are a dancing flame: You know you are a dancing flame.

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Promises are evil Mouths open awaiting To be filled with blood Sometimes bones Other times hope They make you sell Another man for nickels They make you Bury life to avenge the dead I despise them so For they demand too much Often bruising, often enslaving.

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Apr 6, 2021

Apr 6, 2021 at 4:40 PM UTC

Yrreg

KEEPING PROMISES

Promises are evil Mouths open awaiting To be filled with blood Sometimes bones Other times hope They make you sell Another man for nickels They make you Bury life to avenge the dead I despise them so For they demand too much Often bruising, often enslaving.

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Inside our bodies we are Kings and queens On lofty thrones Steering life into submission like faithful subjects Inside our bodies we are the world Our words are currency And our actions glory that comes with it We fly, we drive, we swim—exploring eternity We crawl, we walk, we flow—becoming forever. Inside our bodies we are more than clay!

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Apr 5, 2021

Apr 5, 2021 at 10:18 AM UTC

Yrreg

INSIDE OUR BODIES

Inside our bodies we are Kings and queens On lofty thrones Steering life into submission like faithful subjects Inside our bodies we are the world Our words are currency And our actions glory that comes with it We fly, we drive, we swim—exploring eternity We crawl, we walk, we flow—becoming forever. Inside our bodies we are more than clay!

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The day I opened a Bible was a tale of two cities, The best and the worst of times, I could no longer lay back and leave the sand in my hourglass, watch the days of my life drift, while logans lurk, wolverine around the brook in the forest, looking to claw the hope away, make a ridge between the family I claimed to love. There seems to be harmony in passions, But not even Timmy knows which spell Tabitha will cast to cause more division. The continent of the canine always barking with it's mouth open, Feed me, We cry, now we are fat with corruption, preying on the piety of poverty, prophiting leviathans, the cultish land with a superstition, fearful never able to hear the mission. We hold fast but not to the word, starving ourselves from understanding, traditions trump truth, as we defecate more dangerous nonsense into our ear holes, perhaps we're better off, we have some peace and food, we don't have the rat race, maybe I've been too sheltered, failing to truly discern the state of the land that houses me. I couldn't even see that my house was burning but it was cool if it was watered down by a firetruck . I used to think that every African knows Jesus. Sometimes I act like I don't. -Kanyanta

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Feb 8, 2018

Feb 8, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC

nyant

Every African knows Jesus

The day I opened a Bible was a tale of two cities, The best and the worst of times, I could no longer lay back and leave the sand in my hourglass, watch the days of my life drift, while logans lurk, wolverine around the brook in the forest, looking to claw the hope away, make a ridge between the family I claimed to love. There seems to be harmony in passions, But not even Timmy knows which spell Tabitha will cast to cause more division. The continent of the canine always barking with it's mouth open, Feed me, We cry, now we are fat with corruption, preying on the piety of poverty, prophiting leviathans, the cultish land with a superstition, fearful never able to hear the mission. We hold fast but not to the word, starving ourselves from understanding, traditions trump truth, as we defecate more dangerous nonsense into our ear holes, perhaps we're better off, we have some peace and food, we don't have the rat race, maybe I've been too sheltered, failing to truly discern the state of the land that houses me. I couldn't even see that my house was burning but it was cool if it was watered down by a firetruck . I used to think that every African knows Jesus. Sometimes I act like I don't. -Kanyanta

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In my eyes its got the most unique map, At the moment,it seems development has taken a nap. But in the actual sense it has not, Some day,it shall show up perhaps as fast as a lightning bolt. Anyway that isn't really noticeable, Because of the positive minded people, Ever friendly, Over here,its ones choice to be lonely, No ocean but we own a beach, Yes I wonder how too,we're blessed..Quite rich,

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Oct 24, 2015

Oct 24, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC

tapiwa

Happy Independence day Zambia

In my eyes its got the most unique map, At the moment,it seems development has taken a nap. But in the actual sense it has not, Some day,it shall show up perhaps as fast as a lightning bolt. Anyway that isn't really noticeable, Because of the positive minded people, Ever friendly, Over here,its ones choice to be lonely, No ocean but we own a beach, Yes I wonder how too,we're blessed..Quite rich,

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