Talking With God

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Why must I speak of sorrow?
My father!
I am much too familiar with pain
I have trod the highways of grief
Why must I speak of sorrow?
Let me sing of joyful dreams
let me carve bliss on the face of tomorrow.
Let me recite a litany of hope! – OracLe
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Is grief never sweet?
A morsel forced down throat path
Dzobese Lisa’s palm was the street
The corridor in woe hath
Is grief never sweet?
This is for Kpeti’s household
When the lamb quiets to bleat
Her sun has gone cold. -Leon
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Did you make anything good?
In this wilderness everything is just pain,
the day has betrayed my toils,
the night has robbed my thoughts from sleep.
Did you make anything good?
When you made waters, was it only as tears?
I’ve heard of joy, but eaten only fears.
“I can’t deal with you”, death said I am too much scare – Rudolph
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What is my crime to be treated thus?
I have neither stolen nor maimed
Yet my accusers struggle to have me framed
Set on an obscure pedestal is all their fuss
What is my crime to be treated thus?
Rewarded in hard knocks
For loyalty I never mocked
Agosu, be the whirlwind to gather our loss -Jennifer Dafwat
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Must pain be felt?
If sin is bad
What is Good about it.
That men can’t stop it
Must pain be felt?
Who shouldn’t be punished
Why do Good people die
from sins of of others -Bangwan
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Did I get to my land full of Gold?
When thorns and birches
Have built a wall To injure my pride whilst
Clap at my fall.
Did I get to my land full of Gold?
Distraction became my mentor
Afreke blew his limit horn
I adjusted to sorrow  fold.-Rachel Charles
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Can’t we dance to the drums of sorrow?
For God’s own mustn’t suffer.?
Or either but endure the price for our sins on our nails we try to buffer.
Life has a price Guess I can borrow.
Can’t we dance to the drums of sorrow??
Dzogbese Lisa’s house can’t be hold.
Either can kpeti’s thoughts be bold.
I feel your pain even in my marrows.  Hypermind
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Has a Father’s meal been served on a broken plate?
Shall he not eat with patience while he awaits his date?
I have seen  the seductive beauty of greed
She makes you eat till the day you are fat enough for her meal
Has a Father’s meal been served on a broken plate?
The children of his own loins glutting and pilfering from his ban
Fattening too fast, soon they’ll be served on  greed’s plate
The future shall have us to hate for its state. ~ Tee2emm
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