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Journal of Postcolonial Cultures and SocietiesISSN No. 1948-1845 (Print); 1948-1853 (Electronic)Two poemsWina A. KamlongeraBallad of TimeThis, is my ballad of timeHated bit by bit and rhyme by rhymeSpurned by all from start to finishThe constant failure caused my joy to vanishLoathed and rejected from beginning to endUnable to take hold in poetry’s trendFor me, it will always be hereFrom night to night to vanquish my fearA reassuring wind blowing at constant timesA composition, of broken up rhymesLocked away and shattered like glassAll just because my ballad, couldn’t reach their classThe class of never forgotten poetryHanging, due to their word’s versatilityForever to surpass my every tryAt this moment, I wish to die‘Two poems,’ Wina A. KamlongeraJPCS Vol 2 No 4, December 2011125

Journal of Postcolonial Cultures and SocietiesISSN No. 1948-1845 (Print); 1948-1853 (Electronic)Nameless OneFields of white, fields of painCrystal expanse of frozen rainWhere do you walk to, nameless oneWhat drives you, why do you run?Across these fields of whiteAcross the day, and during the nightChased by shadows, helped by noneWhat drives you, why do you run?Helped by none, chased by shadowsWhy be the man nobody knows?Fields of red, fields of deathCrimson expanse of lost breathWhere, do you walk, nameless oneWhat drives you, what have you done?Across these fields of redAcross this path, lie the deadBiographyWina Kamlongera is currently completing a Bachelors degree in International Relations,with a minor in Japanese, at the United States international University (USiU), Kenya.Born in Paris, France, and raised in Malawi, he spends his free time making music andwriting.‘Two poems,’ Wina A. KamlongeraJPCS Vol 2 No 4, December 2011126