Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe
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Poem "Crime and grime":
- written January 1993
- published August 25, 2009
- viewed 26 times
Other poems by Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe:
»A Prayer for Transformation«
»A Question of Beauty«
»A Sketch of Democracy«
»Amidst the Boring Brown«
»At The Golf Course ' 97«
»Doomed Destiny«
»Dreaming In Limbo«
»Easy Crossing the Balustrade«
»Emerging Images«
»End of Time«
»Fading Hope«
»Friendship«
»From The Inside Looking In«
»Hopelessness«
»If you turn the pages...«
»In The Name Of Freedom«
»Legend Brother«
»Let it not be said then (an English sonnet)«
»Life's Order«
»Listen«
»Loneliness«
»Love, My Friends (an English sonnet)«
»More Blessings«
»Mother Africa«
»Mothers, Women, Wives«
»No more«
»Of misery and Anguish«
»Old Man«
»On Saying Goodbye«
»Once Upon A time«
»Our Golden Girl«
»Political Condoms«
»Relationships«
»Sing Our Song«
»Street Child«
»Sweet Bondage«
»Take The Bull By The Horns«
»The 'Human Garbage'«
»The 'X' of Exile«
»The Brown Messiah«
»The Cold Day Unveils«
»The Knocking Woodpecker«
»The meaning of loneliness«
»The Poets Have Spoken«
»The Prison I'm Not In«
»The Way«
»Things I Miss In Exile«
»This Life - An Oxymoron«
»True Love«
»When in your eyes It looks«
»When the end beckons«
»Zany«
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Poem "Crime and grime":
- written January 1993
- published August 25, 2009
- viewed 26 times
Other poems by Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe:
»Crime and grime«
by Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe
Chalk dust clog my nose
As I work for all those
Who in a few years
Are bound to forget.
Bad handwriting twist my eyes
As I figure out what the guys
Are trying to mean
With their crawly script.
All this for nothing but peanuts,
You're supposed to be humble, no guts.
To be initiative becomes crime
and you end up eating grime.
For the two are one.
As I work for all those
Who in a few years
Are bound to forget.
Bad handwriting twist my eyes
As I figure out what the guys
Are trying to mean
With their crawly script.
All this for nothing but peanuts,
You're supposed to be humble, no guts.
To be initiative becomes crime
and you end up eating grime.
For the two are one.
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