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Poem
Title: Season of Alrexandra
Poet: Apeh Alexandra Ojima
The season to tell and not to tell,
The saints, the angels and the living.
The season to tell in the summer of light and darkness.
Oh listen! Born and unborn children,
Give ears to how I saw and see
In the season when trees are more than three,
When we used smile and gathered in joy, but,
Born and unborn! All in the day.
Look! From nineteen ninety two till date,
Humm! It’s all an adventure of many names, many colour and many taste.
The books rule like aber father that descend on Egyptian then when I was a boy.
The birds smile when they see the root of the sun,
Now in the day to night, when the birds shall laugh,
The sun rise with fire and chase the birds to suspense.
Defenders of tomorrow! Season of Alexandra is different!
Yes! Different to the season of 1565,
When my teacher was born,
Yes! That end the era of Solomon, Romeo and Abass that teaches love.
Oh Why?
In my season, the garden of love is always empty.
Leaders! The pride will all be yours,
If you find love among all creatures and thy chosen leaders.
In my season, it was different.
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