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A Poem
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One of our refugees, Momodu wrote a poem titled Tuesday. Tuesday is not Sunday, Friday, or Monday. Shall we listen to what he has to say about this day of the week?
Tuesday be lucky
by Momodu
Tuesday be lucky
wake me up stronger
let me catch bus on time
make me not worry
Tuesday be lucky
let me strong
and keep long in the street
bring me knowledge
Tuesday be lucky
day of hardwork
take me safely on my journey
bring not any rain
Tuesday be lucky
let my talent show
bring me peace
Tuesday be lucky
you help me with my day
my day bless
and now I can rest
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Poem for This Month, February
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One of our refugees, Charles, wrote a poem about this month, February.
The Month of February
by Charles
The month, the contrasting month of February
You are the shortest month of year
You can be long short rainy or wintry
I saw a thousand souls falling in love
On your fourteenth day
I saw a thousand souls proposing
Wedding on your twenty ninth day
The month of February the lovely month of February
You are the month that determines
How the year would be
You are the month that says
This the gap year to be
You are the month of love and lovers
Now, Valentine’s time has come
We will roses being sold exponentially
We will cards being sold at any corners for some
I don’t know how much longer
I can stay as bachelor
The month of February always
Reminds me that there is something wrong
The month of February is not poor
So Carpe Diem, married, single, rose bearers and rose sellers
February you make the world covered with roses once for all
But February you are also a month of battles and cryers
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A Poem - Cold and Rain
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Cold and Rain
by Muler
Cold and rain
is my patience
because it remind me
my past experiences.
Cold and rain
Is my experiences
For many reasons.
Cold and rain
Is my frustration
Because he is madness.
Cold and rain
He give me bad welcome
when I wake up on the morning.
Cold and rain
he is the one reminded me
my friends on my time
been sleeping on the street.
Cold and rain
he is my best friend
because he always is with me.
Cold and rain
when I think of you
I always remember
London. When I think of you
I think of London.
Cold and rain
You give hope when you show
You for light
Like the light on the fridge.
To me it is not be my part.
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