Song of the battered

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Kpo-ki-kpo
Goes the sound of the pestle
Gba-gba-gba
Echoes the horn of the battering ram
Bruises and aches are all she’s left with

Yee-yee-yee
Cries the mortar being pounded
Mo gbe o
Mourns the wall being battered

They keep at it
Until the mortar collapses
And the wall comes to ruin
Will it ever cease?

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Let’s play deaf…

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Ebb and flow
Trickles and drops
Torrents and drips
Such are the flows from a hidden mighty ocean

Pains in the heart
Restlessness like a wounded bear
Anger as of the hungry
Rhyming away the unneeded

Let’s play dumb and act deaf
Listening to all that’s being said
Tho they hurt, we’ll keep mute
Like a sheep before the slaughter slab
Bear it all. Endure it all

Live as tho you understand all
Walk as if you know all
Cry as tho nothing hurts anymore
Smile as though life’s always been better
Irony of life…

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I stuck to my guns

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Demands here and there
Ransoms near and dear
Lives, heavy and weighty
Decisions tricky and fleeting

Ding dong, goes the doorbell
In comes the visitor of life
Hullo goes the waving signal
Out thru the door, the gone leaves

Religion cages us in
Families further confuses us
“Nay, this is right”, religion says
“Yet, make us proud”, is all family says

Back bent, shoulders drooped
Smiles weak and crooked
Hairs all hoary from life’s experience
If i had followed them all through
I would have been lost
So, I’ll rather say cheers to me
I kept to my guns

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