Daughter Of Ramogi Anthology..

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THE PUTRID

Our system fucksThis vile system sucksRapes and defilesBefouls and infectsWith erotically transmitted maladiesBurgles and smuggles like scamp This pong system screwsA crappy structure cankered with scumBarren to detect no cumA living carcass gradually decomposingGoing obsolete into abyss of oblivionWith maimed justice oozing pusA corrupt fascist vitiated in buggeryPiddling depraved scuttlebutt Our gimpy system a crapDebased

AMATORY NURSE

I yearn to be bedriddenNot that I am sick or worseLonging for the forbiddenWith the amatory nurseHer arse if not well hiddenCan make one driven in a hearse I don’t mind an overdoseWet with a soothing injectionPrescription of an intercourseCooling the steamy erectionAmid the romantic diagnose She push it in like ring dingA referral admission

Blossoms

Who doesn’t like viewing a garden of roses then yearn to pluck one and smell? Poet The Mirror

DEMONS

They are back with lemonsThese demons that torment and devourI can feel themTurning an abyss out of my serene placeThe aura gone malodorous of their dirty breathI can feel them burn me up like mercuryI want to scream the devils out my beingPull off my hair bit by bitSo to give an outlet to the

I AM GONE

Do not look for me among the starsNeither will you see me in the waning moonNever search for me in the nimbus cloudsI will be nowhere near the blue skyYou will not feel me in the falling rainMy whispers will not heard in the breezing windThe oceans will have no trace of meIf you want

ECHOES FROM SCARS

I was born of no manNo particular originNo traceNo raceNo colourThey enslaved my mindImposed colour on meMade me realize I am blackMade me believe black is evil I was born of a womanThey taught me I am not humanSo naive of meThey said my culture is primitiveBrainwashed me with their religionMade me believe in their

ROYAL AMOR

Your noble highnessThe mighty monarchy princessWere it not that you ain’t mineWere I not a tapper of palm wineThe gods would overturn your betrothalThe sacred shrine would know I am lethal Lulu, my blood is not of kingship lineWere it not that I would stink like swineI swear to thunder, I would make it a

HEY YOU

Is that really you,A bony carcass,Shelves of skeleton,Hopelessly lying askew,Motionless and lifeless,Like an abandoned library. You were so full of yourself,What happened to you,Where is your sea of pride,Where did you leave your ego,Skin colour and kin,Where are they? Where is your affluent world ,The status of posh lifestyle,Spiteful contempt of scorn,Malice and hatred,Accolades, mansions