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The sight-singing in the sweet symphony of seafarers’ song, laden with tears by clanging swords thrust into the dreams of many years.
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The ceaseless encomium of beauty, amidst gruesome hate cum apartheid, choked in the hearts of reds against our brothers in the diaspora.
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The harmonious chants of freedom songs, ascending into the heavens like burning flames from the mouths of men dying of thirst in deep seas.
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The cruel kindness of men, clad in goatskins, paddling our canoes in direction of waves while others sail against the tides.
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The unheard voices of our females crying for help from beast taking turns on their pride, thereafter, cast lots on her bleeding garment.
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The giant of Africa, begging for alms in the continental street, on costly regalia and flashy costume made from the vibrance of professional seamstresses.
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The threnody of the dearth of our economy, performed in youthful ebullience at the funeral attended by gratified mourners.
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Photo by Waleadebisi Photography on Twitter
Nice poem.