THEY DUG A GRAVE By Sylvester H Wauye. What can you do When a man who claims to be more manly than you Gains forceful entry into your manor? I thought that when a thief wants to steal They rivet their eyes On the prize they want to lift from the crib! […]
COME… By Sylvester H Wauye. Come and kiss me the way the flames of fire licks leaps in the sultry air. Come and consume me the way a flame Consumes and devours rustling leaves. When you are done I will be like the dying embers of a once fiery log Lying
The mask By Sylvester H. Wauye I’m am enticed, I want to know what’s behind that mask. I do not want to get spooked. I’ve watched enough horror movies that almost made me a psycho. I know there’s yet another veil of mascara, lipstick and foundation concealing the doted lines. I’m worried but
THE END OF AMERICA By SSESIMBA MAHAD In the land of the free The home of the brave Some people have ceased being free Some are no longer brave This is an immigrant country Where Europeans displaced native Indians, Built with African blood Blood of Africans who were dragged here in chains A part
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No One Can Save Me. (A Monologue by Phill Ibsen ) Charles must be laughing in his grave. Laughing at the world, he left behind. The world he desperately warned us about, but no one listened. You never listened. Instead, like a flock of drunken sheep you chose to believe the lies. Just like everyone
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Love By Emmanuel Otieno Obwanga To be loved, And not love, Is a cruel thing indeed, Same way you love , And you are unloved , She teased me , And made me chased after her, She threatened to block me, As if I was a brook , Her eyes and mouth suggested
If only you will By Emmanuel Otieno Obwanga The glare at dusk Isn’t fit enough to make me a mask, A toast of bread cannot be made, Nor does a ray of light quick enough to make a shade, A quick look at you make me amazed, I wish I could say, Sometimes I
Risk By Emmanuel Otieno Obwanga It’s night, Full of light, The owl mourns, The band brawls, Quick or rather slow, Before it turns into snow, He had might, Yet I was bright, He was unloved , I was loved , Yet we all, Bound with something small, But bigger than a mall, The Risk
The Rose* by Emmanuel Otieno Obwanga The wind blew , Trees that made it due, Shackle shackle like spree, The goose leapt with dew, Cold and breezing, Dancing with joy amazing, The old man , Holding his gun, Bold like gold, Fought and wrote, “My youth” Strong and uncouth, Still bright and clear, Shine
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