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"angola" poems

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AFRICAAlgeria a rich land poor people, / Angola seems to have kings, / Benin is blessed with voodoo,

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Africa is BeautifulAfrica is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa / Continental wonderland of love this is Africa / What's in Africa? What's there to see?

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A delusional man from samoaA delusional man from Samoa / Packed his bags for trip to Angola. / He got very sick

@michael-parish5

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Take It Alltake rain from sky / take the way tall men straighten your stance / take the students of dance

@martin-challis53

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Angola AnthemSister hums a hymn / Along the cyprus way / Down by the Camp F fence

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Ritmos negros del perúRitmos de la esclavitud / Contra amarguras y penas. / Al compás de las cadenas

Nicomedes Santa Cruz44

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UntitledThe African Burial Ground / BY YUSEF KOMUNYAKAA / They came as Congo, Guinea, & Angola,

@IrairaCedillo21

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ChavchavadzeIn particular, we know that in the early morning hours, / there were breakfast, especially in the early hours / of the American Sheol, Hell, July, and Blue. Women are a gate

@johnny-noiπ26

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Ghost-runningEven a sharp-roaring cold can’t fall well; Your balls of true pearls will stick to the veins of your flaming face like a red apple and will smash and knock when they hit the ground! He would sniff high up, gasping for mountain air a little cleaner, preservable, like an asthmatic! Your confidence erupts in your wounded petal soul; your selfish life is nailed to a chair or table; you are starting to get used to it gradually: you can't be right either. They'll knock down your worn-out taxi clock! / What a killing, lousy slap in Life! And maybe for "some" it's the leader, because that's all there is left! Holy indifference already envelops you as a restraining force! The Present is creeping and twisting with Angola! And everyone hides back into their own flesh when they humble themselves! Depth and Height are already nesting there in everyone! A mysterious intuition of prophecy is often torn out of non-existence; decisions are forced out by the Word of Traitor! In your shivering smile, you may know yourself when the snow falls! / Your introverted loneliness is also becoming more Stone Age; your soul is constantly hypersensitive Irish on a barely known chessboard! The restless, curious child inside rubs the purple petal of your heart! With an open mind, you would welcome everyone to be your sincere Friends, but you are already going to the wall from the corinates of jerks! - You expose yourself to the fact that by listening to the solid vases and the rattling of fragments of memory, which are emptied of your past deprived life, you are still listening!

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hydry jawa*the english: they're peasants, but still deem themselves as speaking as: pheasants; they even dare to tickle the assurance of peacocks! fuck me, shakespeares the whole lot of them? not with a geordie / cockney accent you ain't, you right ol' worth of bollocking worth of cunt! that's the problem with english peasants, they all suddenly think they have the surname... Windsor! fuck me, i've never met a bigger crap-eating-shit-loading-people in my life! they don't even have the tenacity to be pedantic about their language being pristine: as long as it remain in slang... ah... all's fine matey! but the annoying bits of a people start to shine through... they're not the fucking ROY-AL inbreeding tact of a people deserving crown and carriage... plebs! i'm the same sort of peasant you are... but fuck me, better check next time if you catch me playing on addressing airs!* / kraj, i te słowa, / i to tyle:

@removed.polaroid-scrabble36

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Portugal MelhorMuitas são as cabeças que se agilizam em governar Portugal. Sim cabeças de políticos, que bem, ou mal formados nos encaminham no fracasso. / Aquilo que é de todos e contributo de todos deveria ser nosso. Falo do Sistema Nacional de Saúde em primeiro, para o qual todos contribuímos e onde muitos dos que lá trabalham, optam por de uma necessidade populacional fazer uma fonte de rendimento. A seguir e porque também a mim me toca, justiça. Como pode ser possível que a justiça, solene e a segunda coisa mais importante da Constituição, esteja hoje nas mãos da comunicação social que diariamente condena e absolve tanta gente, cometendo diariamente vários crimes de devassa e nada lhes acontece. / Infraestruturas de Portugal, redes viárias construídas com o dinheiro de todos nós e muitas delas exploradas por particulares.

@antonio-s-p-benigno32

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Dirty South 3RD CoastI asked the question, where ya bounce? / My mami was lazy peepin on the new big tymer, cruizin' thru town / She said he was crunk, like out of this world

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the repairman comethThe Repairman Cometh / It was the sweetest of morning all I had to do was to pick up / a car from the garage nothing is simple in the Africa’s stranglehold

@jan-oskar-hansen21

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THE SHE-PEASANTI saw a mother cry once cry by her killed / Child’s body in Angola. It’s hard / To render her grief in my poems, indeed,

@Vladimir_Lionter30

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