Author: Roy Mwamba

Poet, Rapper, Writer

(Author’s Note: This is a series of poems that deals with stalled dreams, deconstructed artists, a mosaic of life that kills art, and formalizes artists into the leviathan. It also deals with the trade off of artists being less for more cheques.) T’WAS It was better Whiled we waited Something to look forward to By hope, we were baited Promises of youth Dashed in time And yet wisdom wasn’t gained Only pay checks, What a crime. You, you, eh You dig out my eyes Then ask me to read With no sight Still the vision I plead My case before…

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