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What Do You Have For Us by Akinwale Peace

Akinwale Peace

What Do You Have For Us?
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these are the seeds we prayed to have
we're now treat'd like slaves of the sun
to the moon and back, on behalf
of the starry long nights; half a sun.

these are the pains and joyous grief
we've held on our throats for a long
time, hoping time would heal it brief
but hope isn't a grain of sand.

these are the songs from broken tones
and sneeze from crooked throats. these are
the tears we kept in the sky, the drone
of joy that forbade morning star.

these are we, where we are, void of
tone to hold our flags high, our hands
are crippled and our days are old, off
to the grave are we to go with rough of sands?

we have made days and we've made nights,
we have made suns and we've made stars,
we have rewritten the old writes–
we have made you to rule our bars.

"words from the innocent mind"
               Philip Peace

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