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NOLWAZI JOUBERT Jul 2015
The originality manufactured naturally,
strength gained without any body building,
hard work born with no need to learn it.
Rising and falling known from first sight.
Being a refugee has now become a norhm.
Watching the sun set on empty  stomaches like some soup opera.
Poverty unplanned has been
jotted in the caleneders.

Always ready to take to the heels like some marathon race fleeing from wars.
Carrying a spiritaul shield to protect their lives because not even  any asurance can cover their deaths.
So many cries nobody knows if they are of joy or sorrow,
but i know that most of them project a message of pain.

Learning to be a doctor with no degree only because their societies need to be saved.
Little boys carry heavy battle machinery and are forced into war without any military trianing.

Poor Africa you are projected as helpless,
but nothing is so rich as your soils and every other thing that crawls on you,
the preys and its preditors so firece and cunning clever than those  pets that trained at some fancy school.
Your landscapes so unique they all are amazing to glare at.
Nothing makes you Africa so beautiful
than the golden rays from the sun departing to its sleep.
Giving everyone that chance to grasp a smile.

Africa is rich not because of money, but beacause of the natural resources extracted from it.
Something i thought of writting with no intention, I hope it makes sense
Marka Acton May 2015
The kittens were being devoured by coyotes.
Brought the last four to safety and love.
The neighbors wild duck
Hatched thirteen precious ducklings.
The kittens hunted them, endlessly.

God created them all.
They are  each precious in His sight.
Can one be sacred, the other profane?
God loves all aspects of each of their behaviors.
Gives me confidence, He can love mine.

"Creation is the primary and most perfect revelation of the divine."
                                                                            ~Thomas Aquinas

"God remains in immediate sustaining attentiveness to everything that exists, precisely in its 'thisness'."
                                                                             ~John Duns Scotos
Kristin Savage Feb 2010
Panic errupts
As my composure disappears.
False accusations;
the end draws near.

Such a beautiful soul;
You're simply pure.
A smile on your face,
So dangerous,
It's scary.

Distance so deadly
Meaning obstained
Treachous preditors
Prance on my terrain.

Manipulative beings
endanger your existance
As I sit and pray
For your beautiful and safe return.

Menacing followers
Pry as we fight
Soul filled with sorrow,
It all happened that night.

Cries of despair
Rip from my soul.
All emotions gone a wry,
your fate's been decided.

One slippery mistake
And you are easily gone.
Stay close to me baby,
Everything as feared,
Went wrong.
Tom Lefort Jun 2022
Your life was a precious gift,
Thrown, owned, ******, blown.
Exquisite youth and sapphire eyes,
Faded, wasted, jaded, hated.
Your strife was preditors gain,
Used, abused, refused, excused.

#debbie1977

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