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    My Poetry Is A Song
    My Poetry Is A Song
    My Poetry Is A Song
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    My Poetry Is A Song

    By K.C. Anyanele

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    'My Poetry Is A Song' is a collection of poems written by K. C. Anyanele, the author of 'The Journey Within'.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPubliseer Publishing
    Release dateSep 1, 2017
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      My Poetry Is A Song - K.C. Anyanele

      river

      The saro’s interpretation

      Saro’s riverine

      Once was a crystalline

      Under the south-southern skies

      A base of treasure

      Pride of nature

      Under the south-southern skies

      Saro’s riverine

      Gift of nature

      From this base of treasure

      Gives the nation

      Treasure to treasure

      And for a sure measure

      In exchange of

      Diamonds and gold rings

      Gift of nature

      The class of

      Upper hills

      From dodan to aso

      Piped away whole treasure

      First to their own land

      Under the eyes of the sun

      As if pyramids of the hills

      Ever met the rivers

      Saro needed himself

      To protest

      The detest

      Of the southern truth

      Glaring

      To the junta

      And who for bits of complex

      Clung to power

      Brought him a conquest

      Of lethal signature

      In an hour

      So....saro died

      The prime of a lettered man

      Sing of his prose

      Sing of his pen

      The glamour of his rose

      Saro died

      All we are still saying

      With our background as witnesses

      Is not equity

      The land on which the gold is found

      Has a people

      Derivation from these drills

      Filled with frills

      Should grow these land

      In every wise

      Not as twice

      But in every wise

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