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Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe

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Poem "The Brown Messiah":
- written March 1993
- published August 26, 2009
- viewed 14 times

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»A Prayer for Transformation«

»A Question of Beauty«

»A Sketch of Democracy«

»Amidst the Boring Brown«

»At The Golf Course ' 97«

»Crime and grime«

»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 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«

»The Brown Messiah«

by Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe

Me and my beer
Bear the same resemblance.
It, in its brown jacket
-the bottle!
And I, in my sober senses.
Sober 'cause I've finished it,
Downed it away
And trudge the four kilometres home.

If I pick it not
It'll ever be on the spot,
In the brown jacket,
-the bottle!
If I pick it up,
Into my belly it gurgles.
Down the short aesophagus.

Comes the difference
When it creeps (like a cockroach)
up my neck-
-into my head!
To upset the five
Making them exaggerate and misjudge
The dusty distance home,
when the ectasy of the day
Is over with lights aflickering.

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