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Ghetto Tempo II: Phoenix By Dauda Onawola

The eyes that have seen paradise,

the twin brother of hell.

It’s not another entity,

just another sight,

dark ere, now light.


Past, future and present fight,

the inevitably altered order

for time ahead so bright

in natural borders.


Born in the gutters,

rose to the plains,

looked out to the horizon

holding bread without butter

in worries and pain.


Is thy fate sealed or abandoned?

Even when down to the ash

like Phoenix, the fire bird

so must thou resurrect.


Attila the Hun fell in Chalons.

History went with many a batallion.

Ascension stalking descendance…

This battle is one which cannot be lost.

Nevertheless or nonethemore,

ghetto soldiers claim victory over defeat.



©Dauda Onawola

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