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by Henry Ekwuruke | |
Published on: Aug 13, 2012 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=35105 | |
My sweet language is pride other people speak And my laughter is appreciation My Lord gives kindness to hearts With so many worlds to explore Many lacked the balance of life Life, so sweet with lots of balance Hearts and souls peeped for glory With small glory the world gives Our heritage got preservation We got liberation We equally got recognition and shaped My mama told me things about heaven She told tales from the 'record' blues She tried my convinction avenue Told me to believe earth as real Sweet laughter mixed in my cold anger Thoughts of danger crossed my hearts With little, greatness could be achieved More impact for big, make it bigger love She said we are the people of peace Mama spoke in kind languages Told me of a future of love love is people's peace as preached Oh, my dear mama! « return. |