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    Someone Somewhere
    Someone Somewhere
    Someone Somewhere
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    Someone Somewhere

    By Mfon Umoren

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    Someone Somewhere is a diverse collection of poems that explore the intricacies of being human in a world that at times is far from humane. It may not be me and it may not be you but someone somewhere is experiencing something.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFideli Publishing, Inc.
    Release dateNov 4, 2020
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      Someone Somewhere - Mfon Umoren

      © Copyright 2020, Mfon A. Umoren (mau)

      All Rights Reserved.

      In accordance with the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the publisher constitute unlawful privacy and theft of the author’s intellectual property. If you would like to use material from the book (other than for preview purposes), prior written permission must be obtained by contacting the publisher at the address below. Thank you for your support of the author’s rights.

      Cover art and design by Rafael Labrador

      www.m-designz.net

      To reach the author, email:

      mumoren@writing.com

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      Table of Contents

      Africa

      Gods

      Monochromatic Memories— Poem 3

      Spoiled Honor

      One

      Star Fuckers

      Pygmies Live

      Death, Taxes and War

      Guns

      Man

      Hannibal

      Gvorkians

      Hard to Forget

      Mother and Daughter

      Pollen

      IOU’s

      Playthings

      Never Maybes

      She Said

      Raw

      Parts Unknown

      A Fallen Phoenix

      No Sidestep

      Self-Manifestation

      Organic

      Hard Rain

      A Shade of

      Nature

      Nebraska

      Thoughts

      Mold

      Of Nature

      More than Fame

      Monochromatic Memories—Poem 2

      In A Week

      As It Was

      If It Is Not Then What Is It?

      Sunday

      We Sat

      Love

      Heart Bourne

      No Regrets

      The Living

      Without Novocain

      The Blues Remains the Same

      Global Warming

      Inertia

      Sane Insanity

      On Money

      Numbers

      Symbiosis

      Soft Skills

      The Professor

      Head West

      California

      Pause

      Annabel

      Married People

      By-and-By

      Cute

      Fresh Air

      The Red Carrousel

      Transitory Souls

      Predestination

      Curiosity

      Believers

      Monochromatic Memories—Poem 1

      From Clay

      Not of Heaven

      Defense Mechanisms

      Native Sun

      Anatomy

      Dawn to Dusk

      Asia

      Some Women

      Sleeping Dogs

      Reincarnation

      Live Bravely

      Time

      Definitive Thoughts

      Pygmy Intellectualism

      Africa

      It would be so easy to blame everything,

      anything and all things on the oppressor.

      It would be so vindicating inebriating to

      put it all on the destroyer if it were all so true

      but it is not.

      Our infantile genocidal genes have proven

      it all to be so damning.

      We have killed our own, wasted our own

      and damaged and enslaved ourselves.

      It would be so easy to blame everything,

      anything and all things on the molester

      if we did not stop to realize that we

      have been our own tormentors.

      Gods

      And then they came with their missiles,

      bombs and rockets searing the bright blue

      sky heaving thunder without rain, leaving

      all our flowers dead.

      And then they came with their education,

      words and schools wiped the chalkboard

      clean and dipped their thirsty tongues in our wells.

      And then they came with their religion,

      dogma and truth and told fables taller than

      city towers.

      They came with their wars.

      They came with their words.

      They came with their lust,

      ate our culture in the shade,

      laughed at our simplicity and

      told stories as tall as city

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