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Fallen Fruits By Solomon Chollom

Down and abased they lay
Violated, ravaged and destroyed
Sapped, stripped and scorned
Squeezed, squashed and screwed

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Fallen Fruits By Solomon Chollom
 

Down and abased they lay
Violated, ravaged and destroyed
Sapped, stripped and scorned
Squeezed, squashed and screwed
Milked away, bled away and priced away
Punched, Punctured and punctuated
Hunted, haunted and stunted
Our youths, our glory, our fruits

Cast down
Cast off
Stripped off
Ripped off
Blown off
Trampled upon
Wasting away
Our prized and precious pearls

Our fruits of value, virtue and vitality
Fruits for maidens and merchandise
Thirst and toast of kings
Pride and praise of princes
Desire of paupers and potters
Now lay in rags
Humiliated and vaporized
Sapped of succulence
Robbed of value and profit
Raped of essence
Languishing in bins
The abode of waste

The forest mourns
Trees cease to dance
Branches refuse to clap
Bees fail to hum and hover over flowers
Birds lose theirs psalms
Jackals lose their dance steps
Monkeys avoid their games
Shepherd boys lose their flutes
Fallen fruits everywhere
Rotten away in droves
Profit turned lost
 
Glory turned shame
Oh fruits; our fruits

The streets are empty
Village squares are deserted
Moonlight tales cease
Friends no longer hold hands
They hold arms
Armed in mutual suspicion
Armed against fruits
Kpa kpa kpa
Booom boooom boom
The fruit is blown
The party is spoilt
Rest turned restive
Cheers turned tears
Fruit trees turn desolate
Women turned widows
Children turned orphans
The fruits are fallen

Weep oh fruit trees
Wail oh fruit dealers
Your flowers blossom for scorn
Their petals glow for nothing
Your labour pain is vain
Your gain is strained
Your hopes are raised and dashed
Your assets are assaulted
Oh parents, mentors and leaders
Who will succeed you?
Who will mourn you?
Your fruits are fallen

Weevils and evils target them
Vices station crevices to waylay them
Vicious elements man precious junctions to harm them
Friends fight them
Leaders mislead them
Mentors molest them
Media malign them
Fruits, oh fruits

Where are fruit eaters
Where are fruit farmers
Where are fruit dealers
Where are fruit admirers
Arise! Arise!! Arise!!!
In defence with a fence
Stop the parade of charade
Stop the carnage
Drop the arms
Hold the hands
Change the rhythm
Change the dance
Occupy the streets
Sing the ancient song of love
Sing aloud
Sing peace, shout values
Dance culture, speak unity
Save the fruits, save the future
Our fruits, our pride our future

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IN HONOUR OF VICTIMS OF INSURGENCY

Fallen Fruits By Solomon Chollom

Down and abased they lay
Violated, ravaged and destroyed
Sapped, stripped and scorned
Squeezed, squashed and screwed

sitemaster 9 years ago 0 0
Fallen Fruits By Solomon Chollom
 

Down and abased they lay
Violated, ravaged and destroyed
Sapped, stripped and scorned
Squeezed, squashed and screwed
Milked away, bled away and priced away
Punched, Punctured and punctuated
Hunted, haunted and stunted
Our youths, our glory, our fruits

Cast down
Cast off
Stripped off
Ripped off
Blown off
Trampled upon
Wasting away
Our prized and precious pearls

Our fruits of value, virtue and vitality
Fruits for maidens and merchandise
Thirst and toast of kings
Pride and praise of princes
Desire of paupers and potters
Now lay in rags
Humiliated and vaporized
Sapped of succulence
Robbed of value and profit
Raped of essence
Languishing in bins
The abode of waste

The forest mourns
Trees cease to dance
Branches refuse to clap
Bees fail to hum and hover over flowers
Birds lose theirs psalms
Jackals lose their dance steps
Monkeys avoid their games
Shepherd boys lose their flutes
Fallen fruits everywhere
Rotten away in droves
Profit turned lost
 
Glory turned shame
Oh fruits; our fruits

The streets are empty
Village squares are deserted
Moonlight tales cease
Friends no longer hold hands
They hold arms
Armed in mutual suspicion
Armed against fruits
Kpa kpa kpa
Booom boooom boom
The fruit is blown
The party is spoilt
Rest turned restive
Cheers turned tears
Fruit trees turn desolate
Women turned widows
Children turned orphans
The fruits are fallen

Weep oh fruit trees
Wail oh fruit dealers
Your flowers blossom for scorn
Their petals glow for nothing
Your labour pain is vain
Your gain is strained
Your hopes are raised and dashed
Your assets are assaulted
Oh parents, mentors and leaders
Who will succeed you?
Who will mourn you?
Your fruits are fallen

Weevils and evils target them
Vices station crevices to waylay them
Vicious elements man precious junctions to harm them
Friends fight them
Leaders mislead them
Mentors molest them
Media malign them
Fruits, oh fruits

Where are fruit eaters
Where are fruit farmers
Where are fruit dealers
Where are fruit admirers
Arise! Arise!! Arise!!!
In defence with a fence
Stop the parade of charade
Stop the carnage
Drop the arms
Hold the hands
Change the rhythm
Change the dance
Occupy the streets
Sing the ancient song of love
Sing aloud
Sing peace, shout values
Dance culture, speak unity
Save the fruits, save the future
Our fruits, our pride our future

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IN HONOUR OF VICTIMS OF INSURGENCY

Fallen Fruits By Solomon Chollom

Down and abased they lay
Violated, ravaged and destroyed
Sapped, stripped and scorned
Squeezed, squashed and screwed

sitemaster 9 years ago 0 0
Fallen Fruits By Solomon Chollom
 

Down and abased they lay
Violated, ravaged and destroyed
Sapped, stripped and scorned
Squeezed, squashed and screwed
Milked away, bled away and priced away
Punched, Punctured and punctuated
Hunted, haunted and stunted
Our youths, our glory, our fruits

Cast down
Cast off
Stripped off
Ripped off
Blown off
Trampled upon
Wasting away
Our prized and precious pearls

Our fruits of value, virtue and vitality
Fruits for maidens and merchandise
Thirst and toast of kings
Pride and praise of princes
Desire of paupers and potters
Now lay in rags
Humiliated and vaporized
Sapped of succulence
Robbed of value and profit
Raped of essence
Languishing in bins
The abode of waste

The forest mourns
Trees cease to dance
Branches refuse to clap
Bees fail to hum and hover over flowers
Birds lose theirs psalms
Jackals lose their dance steps
Monkeys avoid their games
Shepherd boys lose their flutes
Fallen fruits everywhere
Rotten away in droves
Profit turned lost
 
Glory turned shame
Oh fruits; our fruits

The streets are empty
Village squares are deserted
Moonlight tales cease
Friends no longer hold hands
They hold arms
Armed in mutual suspicion
Armed against fruits
Kpa kpa kpa
Booom boooom boom
The fruit is blown
The party is spoilt
Rest turned restive
Cheers turned tears
Fruit trees turn desolate
Women turned widows
Children turned orphans
The fruits are fallen

Weep oh fruit trees
Wail oh fruit dealers
Your flowers blossom for scorn
Their petals glow for nothing
Your labour pain is vain
Your gain is strained
Your hopes are raised and dashed
Your assets are assaulted
Oh parents, mentors and leaders
Who will succeed you?
Who will mourn you?
Your fruits are fallen

Weevils and evils target them
Vices station crevices to waylay them
Vicious elements man precious junctions to harm them
Friends fight them
Leaders mislead them
Mentors molest them
Media malign them
Fruits, oh fruits

Where are fruit eaters
Where are fruit farmers
Where are fruit dealers
Where are fruit admirers
Arise! Arise!! Arise!!!
In defence with a fence
Stop the parade of charade
Stop the carnage
Drop the arms
Hold the hands
Change the rhythm
Change the dance
Occupy the streets
Sing the ancient song of love
Sing aloud
Sing peace, shout values
Dance culture, speak unity
Save the fruits, save the future
Our fruits, our pride our future

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IN HONOUR OF VICTIMS OF INSURGENCY

Fallen Fruits By Solomon Chollom

Down and abased they lay
Violated, ravaged and destroyed
Sapped, stripped and scorned
Squeezed, squashed and screwed

sitemaster 9 years ago 0 0
Fallen Fruits By Solomon Chollom
 

Down and abased they lay
Violated, ravaged and destroyed
Sapped, stripped and scorned
Squeezed, squashed and screwed
Milked away, bled away and priced away
Punched, Punctured and punctuated
Hunted, haunted and stunted
Our youths, our glory, our fruits

Cast down
Cast off
Stripped off
Ripped off
Blown off
Trampled upon
Wasting away
Our prized and precious pearls

Our fruits of value, virtue and vitality
Fruits for maidens and merchandise
Thirst and toast of kings
Pride and praise of princes
Desire of paupers and potters
Now lay in rags
Humiliated and vaporized
Sapped of succulence
Robbed of value and profit
Raped of essence
Languishing in bins
The abode of waste

The forest mourns
Trees cease to dance
Branches refuse to clap
Bees fail to hum and hover over flowers
Birds lose theirs psalms
Jackals lose their dance steps
Monkeys avoid their games
Shepherd boys lose their flutes
Fallen fruits everywhere
Rotten away in droves
Profit turned lost
 
Glory turned shame
Oh fruits; our fruits

The streets are empty
Village squares are deserted
Moonlight tales cease
Friends no longer hold hands
They hold arms
Armed in mutual suspicion
Armed against fruits
Kpa kpa kpa
Booom boooom boom
The fruit is blown
The party is spoilt
Rest turned restive
Cheers turned tears
Fruit trees turn desolate
Women turned widows
Children turned orphans
The fruits are fallen

Weep oh fruit trees
Wail oh fruit dealers
Your flowers blossom for scorn
Their petals glow for nothing
Your labour pain is vain
Your gain is strained
Your hopes are raised and dashed
Your assets are assaulted
Oh parents, mentors and leaders
Who will succeed you?
Who will mourn you?
Your fruits are fallen

Weevils and evils target them
Vices station crevices to waylay them
Vicious elements man precious junctions to harm them
Friends fight them
Leaders mislead them
Mentors molest them
Media malign them
Fruits, oh fruits

Where are fruit eaters
Where are fruit farmers
Where are fruit dealers
Where are fruit admirers
Arise! Arise!! Arise!!!
In defence with a fence
Stop the parade of charade
Stop the carnage
Drop the arms
Hold the hands
Change the rhythm
Change the dance
Occupy the streets
Sing the ancient song of love
Sing aloud
Sing peace, shout values
Dance culture, speak unity
Save the fruits, save the future
Our fruits, our pride our future

Written By

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