MAGNUS ABRAHAMDUKUMA Poems

What hope is there, when we see no more the picture?
What mist on our eyes, that we’re now blind to the future?
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Reflections of you besiege my heart today,
Of how you lived and suddenly went away,
It’s been a year today as it rang as a bell,
Oh! That bell-like news of how you mortally fell!
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Reflections have never ceased to flood my mind,
Of what in tide and thought I find,
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In the wake of this frosty Easter Mon' morn,
Many reflections had besieged me: turn by turn,
Of my travails and little sojourn in this telluric stay,
A stay, yet of a score and two, but seen much to say;
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Weeping Elements

for: Gani Fawehinmi
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