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  237.     

The house

By the house, the source of law
I heard voices haughty but low
“Smash them senseless by the brow
We care not how miserable they grow.”

In the house, the source of law
We made them sit to let us know
But they say, “I must fill my jaw
And tell them life is hard and sore.”

For the house, the source of law
We sacrificed our lives to let them go
In it they now fight for their chore
Yet we follow them like dogs in tow

Within the house, the source of law
Our fate is designed, we can’t say no
The claws on their once harmless paw
Must dig deep into our flesh and soul

This very house, the source of law
Where we invested our trust so raw
Is the n-e-c-r-o-p-o-l-i-s, sad to say so,
Of all the good we hoped for.
 
Godfrey Machuka

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  238.     

Travel Haiku - The White House Easter Egg Roll

White House Easter Egg Roll
a bushy saddam
on one egg

White House Easter Egg Roll
in a bird's nest
a painted egg

White House Easter Egg Roll
one mama tells child
not to paint Bush

The White House Easter Egg Roll takes place the Monday after Easter (this year, March 24th) and continues a tradition President Rutherford B. Hayes began in 1878. Children of all ages hunt for Easter eggs on the White House lawn and enjoy storytelling by authors of popular children's books, athletes, Cabinet members, and other senior administration officials; egg coloring; face painting; music; costumed Easter-themed characters; and magicians.
 
john tiong chunghoo

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Johnny McCarthy

He lived in a small house near the Town of Millstreet
At Inchaleigh close to the greyhound track
Some knew him as Johnny the old house painter
Whilst others simply called him Johnny Mac.

He was unmarried never fathered children
Which seems a pity as he'd have made a good dad
In his twilight years he walked his terrier Brandy
And Johnny said the best dog I have had.

He was a house painter and decorator
And he worked hard to earn his every bob
And those he worked for gave him more employment
For Johnny always did a tasty job.

Some people thought him to be a bit grumpy
But is there a perfect person anyway?
When hung over after a night out drinking
One can hardly feel too cheerful the next day.

He was an honest man Johnny McCarthy
A character of sorts in his own way
Since he last walked to Millstreet Town with his dog Brandy
On looking back it seems like yesterday.

Some knew him as Johnny the old house painter
Whilst others simply called him Johnny Mac
He lived at Inchaleigh close to the Town of Millstreet
In his small house close to the greyhound track
 
Francis Duggan

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Chains On My Neck

Chains On My Neck
I’m black here I sit with chains on my neck
I’m beside other black men with chains on their necks
I’m waiting but while I wait my mind
takes me to my village
There, there is my home
I built it with my hands and my brothers hands
I built it with my sweat and pride
a very, very fine house indeed
But I am here sitting with chains on my neck
Beside other black men with chains on their necks
I see in my minds eye my fine house
I bring in furniture, built by my hands and my father’s hands
Strong furniture made with care from the best trees
But I am here sitting with chains on my neck
Beside other black men with chains on their necks
I see again in my minds eye my fine house
I bring in my spear, ax and shield
Deadly weapons to attack or defend
I mount them on the wall of my fine house
But I am sitting with chains on my neck
Beside me other black men with chains on their necks
I shake my chains and my house is on the other end of my chains.


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Watchful Steward

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