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...the Wasted Years Printable Version PRINTABLE VERSION
by Henry Ekwuruke, Nigeria Oct 2, 2007
Education   Poetry

  

All my prayers, blood freely split along
The streets
From this observatory, I watched my dreams
Listless along the streets

Matching towards the cemetery of no remembrance
At the foot of the hills
Yesterday was gone but in memoriam
Towards the solemn celebration

Time proved to be the master of the day
As rains fall in cats and dogs
Magicians had laughed together with enchanters
For a new convert that plays around is around

I have never cried so boldly before in the afternoon
As my veins yielded bloods
Become an exile in my father land
Without sleep I slept at night

Leave before I go down in the night of dreams
Shattered dreams of no future
The years my father wholly depended on has been lost
Even extended his slender arm full of kindness

To the villagers that laugh last in winter
Inside they overcame me with speeches
But all the waters immediately go out of me
Because in a fit of anger, I cried to my gods
Whom answered my prayers in pain





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Henry Ekwuruke is Executive Director of the Development Generation Africa International.
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hilary kent | Nov 28th, 2007
I'm impressed by this piece of work since it touched on issues affecting our youths here in Kenya.

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