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My Pen is Weepin-Michael Woods Ochoki

My Pen is Weepin-Michael Woods Ochoki

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This is a poem about Africa and how she has been deprived of all her resources as seen through the eyes of a poet. The pen is weeping, Africa is weeping as a continent.
This is a poem about Africa and how she has been deprived of all her resources as seen through the eyes of a poet. The pen is weeping, Africa is weeping as a continent.

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Published by: Wudz on Nov 06, 2009
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My pen is weepin’
The devil is sweepin’My soul is weepin’I just want to be freeFree without being told the meaning of freedomFeed the kids the brains of King SolomonWear the armour of GoliathBut have the heart of DavidAnd be like me:My name is AfricaRaped and left to bleedIn times of needThey sweepThe crumbs of bread over my woundsWounds of sodomyOf whipsOf the unknown causeHave a picnic on my fresh graveBecause you think I am deadWell you can devour my fruitsBut you don’t feed my rootsYou can feed meBut you can’t digest my foodMy foot hurts my toes bleedFrom the voyage through the wildernessMy pen is weepinMy book is scarredWords are my sanctuaryThe lyric is my witnessUnlike my neighbour These words tellThese words are my heavenThse words are my hellThey are the only friend who handed me breadWhen I saw the world loom through the Kamiti barsThe words knew I was innocentThe tongue thought life is fair Only humans are notThe words kissed my unborn HusseinThey still hugged me when Eve walked out of EdenLeaving cobra trading my soul for the rotten appleAnd when Cain beheaded Abel
 
Mr Honourable thought it was loveHe forgot the love is the voteMy pen is weepingThe mike is crazy and drunk So I call it Crunk My Afro is rusty like my pastor So I call it RastaFaster ,life spins like Cadillac rimsand so does
afande
’s bulletand so does the bulletinmy faith is my bullet proof vestmy fate is my nest Nesta,Why they wanna baptize me with marley?As if I aint drunk yetFrom drinking these tears from my penThis ink is like honeyThis meaningless words is like moneySo if you find me pipe dreaming in the gutter Like a street dreamer in AfricaJust read my eulogyJust like Morgan would read Robert’sA brother in deedThe only difference is the deedsMy pen is weepingMy ryhme book is weepin No.My book of laws is weepingThey write what they don’t believe inSo they can rape the truth while I am readingTrying to find the meaning No. I mean itSeeing is better than believingBelieving is better than prayingPraying is better then playingPlaying is better than beggingBegging is better than dyingDying is better than lyingLying is better than cryingCrying is better than hidingHiding is better than seeingSeeing is better than believing.

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