The True Kemurl
His hands were motionless
His lip is on mars and his feets were powerless
He can feel his nerves rooting from everywhere
He can feel is vains wrepping in bloodless pair
He shouts a voiceless cry
And said to me in a blicking eye
I want to hold you once more
I want to be with you in the fiture
But now all my strength has been broken
And soon my sight will be stolen
My soul is heavy and soon it will fly
I might die but be a man don't cry
Instead pray for me in every word you breeds
And hoist our name high to all the world seeds
Say'I was your father's father'
Kemurl the name true owner
He lay in his sick bed with his prowess amiss
And said to me with his eyes'I wish you understanding and bliss'
'I love you my little me'
'I hope you will live the best you can be'
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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