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kaanibaa
United Kingdom
1169 Posts |
 Posted - 17 Mar 2009 : 21:07:30
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To jail
No bail
Without fail
Without trace or trail
Incommunicado
Locked door
Mouth shut
Visits cut
Mile zero
The place of horrow
Harken to jangling keys
Shuttering the peace
Like chickhens in the cope
Without hope in scope
Janjanbureh and Jeswhang
Where freedom is hang
Hosting the birds
Noise is heard
Flightless
Featherless
To jail
No bail
Oh hail
This hell
This cell
Holding in a spell
No one can tell
Nothing is well
Just a huge swell
Hells bells
Telling tales
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sankalanka
270 Posts |
Posted - 18 Mar 2009 : 19:44:26
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There was a time
and yonder, in that
beautiful clime
when the smiling coast, our home
was in chains:
the fetters of powerlessness
and the shackles of hopelessness;
and for two decades, and more
a vehicle of expression
for a new sovereign reality
gave hope to a future that was hopeless
and a voice to a present imbued in silence.
And that was the time
when in the womb of hope
a hopeful future was born
and the future had a voice
A future that is still to be.
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And unlike the land of the free
where the plant of democracy sprouted
its tender tendrils spread
in the sinews and bones of every citizen;
in the smiling coast, our home
the effort deliberate and conscious
to sow the seed of a mature democracy
labored to take firm root.
But the ground of democracy was infertile
hardened by years and years of drought
the ill nourished seed in its barren soil
yearn to break free
and it thirst for the fresh morning dew.
And there were the voices
of hope and of the future
that gushed like torrents of stream water
it seeped deeply into the ground
to make it fertile.
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And the voices of hope
and of the future, now
their tempo
more distant and remote
had grown tired and weary;
the winds of change
had seized to blow
it sapped the energy and vitality
of the present and of the future
and the polity their narrative rendered
to a lukewarm indifference.
There was a time
and yonder, in that
beautiful clime
when in the womb of hope
a hopeful future was born
A future that is still to be.
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kaanibaa
United Kingdom
1169 Posts |
Posted - 18 Mar 2009 : 19:59:14
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| Reading you loud and clear brother , the story line covers the barren terrain of ours called by that lovely name which you mentioned in passing. Surely there is hope even though what is apparent is stack hopelessness.The political heavy weights seemingly went into hibernation and with their haitus they left us in limbo, thus your lament of hopelessness etc. Those who are left to hold the snake were so recklessly exposed to danger and this is a liability we as citizens shall shoulder, the shackles of hopelessness shall remain so long as we wait for someone else to unchain us, we are our own liberators.This is a very powerful poem, sabiri Rene , have a drink of cold water and with time, your heart's desire; our prayers shall be answered and we can reclaim citizenship of the smiling coast once again.Bring it on brother , you are great!. |
Edited by - kaanibaa on 18 Mar 2009 20:02:16 |
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Santanfara
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Posted - 19 Mar 2009 : 12:13:43
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toxic Kaani, your poems are infectious. absoulutely mervelous.
Sanka, wow, bring them on. philosophical and touching. Kay, academical and outlandish.
let the minds speak, the gambia i believe has a good future. where is Prince? let your mind speak! |
Surah- Ar-Rum 30-22
"And among His signs is the creation of heavens and the earth, and the difference of your languages and colours. verily, in that are indeed signs for men of sound knowledge." Qu'ran
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kayjatta
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Posted - 19 Mar 2009 : 12:31:17
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"[A]cademical and outlandish" Kayjatta, huh   Okay I will get my turn at you Santa ... . |
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kaanibaa
United Kingdom
1169 Posts |
Posted - 19 Mar 2009 : 18:08:43
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| C'mon Kay bring it on ! Santa is tickling you and I hope to see you bite the bait,its tasty innit? So c'mon brother before I too send in another toxin .Huh ! |
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sankalanka
270 Posts |
Posted - 21 Mar 2009 : 13:51:16
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In every season and clime
in every place and time
and in this grief-stricken house
the staccato of grueling laughter
amidst the stench and decay
and in the impoverish backwaters
of the slums and desperation
reverberates a ululation of that sigh
and in their forlorn cry
a voice of hope and promise reborn.
In every season and clime
in every place and time
and in the womb of adversity
naked aggression and brutality
and in their hard hardened hearts
in this grief-stricken house
a voice of hope and promise reborn.
A voice of hope
a voice of promise
a voice of hope and promise reborn.
It is the voice with a conscience
the eyes with a vision
the heart without malice
ill will or disfavor
it is the hands that build consensus
the mind that negates chauvinism
narrow nationalism and sectionalism
it is the attentive ear to their supplication.
And it is the voice
the voice with a difference
the God of the people clap
and they dance to His rhythm. |
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kaanibaa
United Kingdom
1169 Posts |
Posted - 21 Mar 2009 : 21:55:11
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| Ah, that selfless persona who stands up in defense of the weak, the voiceless and desperate folk .This is a rare individual who comes once in a while and when he/she does, the effect is so great bringing in mighty changes in the lives of those suffering folks. Do I detect a yearning for the coming of a savior here or is it a cry for the utter misery that our people are suffering, yours once again is a huge outburst of feelings, in so few words but loaded with so much meaning. Thanks brother you are adding much needed spice here, like I said before bring it on as they say back home ; more fire ! |
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