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African Solidarity
(Poetry)
22-05-2009
by Daniel Nuxe Thomas
Perceived were the days of men that held their heritage,
the paths they took that made them bonded
So enchained by selfishness and enslaved in mentality
they claimed to have a common voice
How can we?
When brotherly killings and maiming...
Arise and shine
(Poetry)
27-07-2008
by Daniel Nuxe Thomas
Beaten by hardship you slept in tears.
Burdened by labor you hoisted your strength.
Abandoned by friends,
rejected by families
yet you weathered the storm.
They shut their doors and barred their windows.
Oh what a time it was when you...
My culture
(Poetry)
11-03-2008
by Daniel Nuxe Thomas
From the depth of my very creation to very form of my existence
The thought of who I am makes me glad
On plaited mats I give in to sleep
And in a hand made natural calabash I have my meals
The sweet aroma of bush meat gladdens my soul
And the...
The day my father laughed as I spoke those words
(Poetry)
11-03-2008
by Daniel Nuxe Thomas
So gloomy were the nights and grey the afternoons when my Father was sad.
Bloody the streets became when His children no longer sought His counsel.
Hatred and murder curdled through the night when my Father was sad.
I sat there in the corner...
The poor man's cry
(Poetry)
20-02-2009
by Daniel Nuxe Thomas
We can’t reject their constant pleas,
Betrayed by time, we bear their suffering with no hope.
Our children are taken as slaves
And ceaselessly toil, enriching their dinner tables.
In their house of justice we are denied the very fruit...
Time Flies
(Poetry)
27-07-2008
by Daniel Nuxe Thomas
It was just yesterday; a visit and a familiar smile,
The long walks and that tender voice.
Speedily the clock struck and memories rolls like the ocean's wave.
Today, no more do I see those smiles and take the walks.
Here I am asking why?...
War
(Poetry)
11-03-2008
by Daniel Nuxe Thomas
Convictions, revolts and violent social changes are instances of ancient occurrences.
The minds of men improve by day, solemnly taking innocent lives away.
What is created is what I dislike,
Millions of homeless, diseases prevalent and...
We are conscious
(Poetry)
19-05-2009
by Daniel Nuxe Thomas
Like our old folks used to say,
The rain never tells when it’s going to fall,
But just as the thunder roars, it is right behind.
So were we when the days were grey
And the street full of antiques.
There we watched our fathers being...
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