Monkals Kalu Poems

Break the crutches
Bid the cast farewell
Spike and sparkle.
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It feels like
I'm locked up
In mere illusions,
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It's baffling how
Sycophancy has
Made hypocrisy look
Good in the face of truth.
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Tribalism; the ugly
Speck that dents the
Same breed, scowling
At the perils of racism.
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Here in my closet,
Questions are not
Enough daily meal.
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Painful
Was the night;
Painful
Was her grieving.
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The chirping
Of birds at sunrise,
Got her torpid and puling.
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I never planned,
Neither was I ready
For an improvised event
Where eulogizers admix.
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O Desperate Friend!

Today I weep for you.
I wish it never got to this;
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Unruly she lived,
Unruly she ruled,
Unruly she loved,
Unruly she partied;
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