REVOLUTION TIME

Red liquid add color to petals After a vicious battle grave groans split the air. Our enemy’s headquarter is in the capital Orders out, we march on in pairs. The campaign has raged on for twelve months without cease Our banners flying high we bring down high walls. The tyrant’s hold is on decline, a… More REVOLUTION TIME

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FEARS

Amidst drizzling showers I’m alone Locks are wet and my feet dirty. This morning the sun shone But between crooked trees and wide valleys the air was empty. I sighed to think of home I often fear I’ll die poor and miserable.

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MY HEART IS EMPTY

I watch the last blossom fall before my eyes leaves shed A whole month has swiftly passed unnoticed. The cold house sits amidst weeds and unkempt grass Past the dilapidated gate, the narrow path is ridden with moss. Bare boughs hang down from thick stems as if in distress From the ground odd fragrances rise… More MY HEART IS EMPTY

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RED BANNERS

Along the streets our red banners leap; To the gate a thousand strong march on. ‘The ‘’MPigs’’ are at it again,’ radicals chant or peasants weep. The worthless are fond of robbing our nation; State officers are used to plunder and gruesome betrayal. Those voted in are greedy and disloyal Petty bourgeois delight in sowing… More RED BANNERS

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TO NIJO

The lamp cast dull shadows on my wall Embers die down as the charcoal stove grow cold Minutes after I pick the call I learn of my companion’s tragic departure, oh! Barely two and a half decades old. I recall fondly what merry made we in years bygone On my bed, oh! Tonight I drink… More TO NIJO

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GENERAL MBAKA-(September 1956)

Loyal to the last General Mbaka’s faithfulness is un-paralleled Captured although, in courage, he tops the list His brilliant schemes during the revolution are unmatched Bitter years those endured he stubborn battles I wonder what date we’ll unite with the gallant among countless immortals.

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COMRADESHIP

A strange bird croons atop the jagged crest a young sun comes to view The day is bright, driving winds hasten rare plants to full bloom. Old barks peel off from crooked trunks; before dusk, I begin to miss you. Broke, we rarely met, loaded however together we’d always get. Seeking pleasure, we often roamed… More COMRADESHIP

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