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There is an incorruptible master-servant in us, The supreme judge of all men; CONSCIENCE Nothing is healthier than clean conscience It purges the soul from all iniquities But there are those who maim their conscience And inflict the world with unremitting...
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Let them die, but in pain Let sorrow fill their souls A pool of tears must seize their brows Let the die, but in pain Let them die, but in pain These blood-sucking creatures... A mixture of dead and live flies Around their stinking minds And let them...
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Every heartbeat I feel Every pulse in my tiniest vein Each breath I take in or out All whisper melodious tunes of beauty Through the unseen nerves to my brain And like the latter rain To the unyielding desert These thoughts, painfully sweet If wishes...
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On these livid lips sits the unsung dancing song Restless Our hearts spattered with tears and blood, Blood of the innocent executioner The executioner who fed the grave of the king. But when the blood of the innocent drops, The living carry corpses from...
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Many waters cannot quench the flames Lit by your beauty in my innocent heart I call all maidens by their names But your name is the beauty of my art All seas may gang dry, Let heavens heave a sigh If the world finds no place for you, If like Judas you're...
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Your smile lights up flames in me, Like the rays of a brighter day. Or the sky of a moonlit night, Shining across the heart of darkness. A smile on a beautiful face Sends flickers of hope down my spine. And deep down the tiniest vein It flushes out every...
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When time devours our age Like darkness to passing shadows When to this life we become redundant We move swiftly to the seashore Waiting to be ferried for query Where else shall we go from here? If not the land beyond the sea, Where blind men see clearer;...
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Why on earth did you make me black? Is it to feed my scouting eyes with rot, or contaminate my innocent body with blood? When my eyes behold the treasures in earth and sea, the ever-yielding land which my grandmother, Adwoa Henewaa cultivated, The fruitful...
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What glorious shame shall I share? What insane pain must I forswear? My feet have trodden two paths; The unending winding path of doom Blessed with rocky hills between two unassailable rivers that flow from antique rocks My kinsman; the ancient eye of...
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