I swore I would forget about you
that I would pick up the pieces
and move on without looking back
that I wouldn't let you see my despondent tears
you didn't want to run back into my arms out of pity
so I couldn't look back even when it killed me inside
especially when I heard your suppressed silent sobs.
I promised to move on, to find someone else
fully aware we were bad for each other
and I tried, I've been trying since but without triumph
I gave you my word I wouldn't remember the osculation
for my moods had a fatality embedded in their oscillation
it was better for us to be as far apart as the constellation
judging from how much you implored me to forget your kisses
and foolish dreams as you referred, like you being my Mrs
and I obeyed even when my heart stopped me
it was what you wanted but I'm the one terribly haunted
I promised to always look the other way when we meet
albeit it was obvious I would still see you in my mind
you made me promise to block you and forget you existed
you ensured I did it no matter how much I resisted
I've tried to fulfil all but saying I'm succeeding would be a lie
missing you is all I've done since we said goodbye
we agreed to stick to the promises and creed
but I so much regret being party to such a cruel deed
we couldn't make it together,that I know
but it's breaking my heart even while oceans apart
and I can't stop wishing we had tried to sail a little more
we were bad for each other but I'm starting
to think bad was good enough and it's startling
how will I fall for someone else when haven't
even touched the ultimate end in the abyss of you?
why should I make more promises that I know aren't true?
we agreed to never open up closed chapters
that made us weep,I feel the tears were better than laughter.
so tell me then,how should I forget the only thing that will ever count?
why should I keep lying to myself when it's clear
loving you was, is and will always be the only thing I'm good at?

As long as I live till the day I die
When joyed or in grief, truth or lie
As long you and I are dead close
Standing right at our familiar doors
As long as the rain still abandons the sky
And we meet and talk exposing me to your sigh
As long as the Ocean trusts water from the streams
And you flow through all streams in my dreams
As long as there's a day in every year when I see a million stars
When my hurt summons a tear blurring me from my scars
As long as the dawn and the dawn chorus beautify every morning
My affection will never die so I'm never mourning

Life was one song playing over and over
The morning sun starting her journey through space
Every euphonious dove and cacophonous ******
Letting earth feel less of an empty place

Love was sauntering through every Boulevard
In endless scrutiny that intends to see the find
Or the failure to go hard enough to deserve a reward
Such was love, love was unkind

I will be back here
Tomorrow to protect you
Like I did today.

You fed me on love but never taught how to survive
when the times of drought come, and ultimately, they did arrive
you planted roses of promises all over the garden of my heart
florets I was fooled to believe would bloom just like that
why didn't you ever tell me that roses only bloomed in the abundance of rain
so at least I'd water my soul in such moments rather than see the flowers of hope in my heart whither in pain
you held my hand for so long, never gave me a single chance to learn
how to trudge the boulevard of desolation, not once did you let me walk alone
you dressed me in the warm sweat shirt of your tight embrace
like I'd wear it for forever, like I'd wear it until it is all tattered and old
Never ever did I ever imagine someday you'd peel it off and leave me in cold
you hugged me so selflessly, smiled that I forgot how to live without the face
You took me swimming in the deep end of the Oceans of romance
yet didn't tell me that I survived the perilous adventures by chance...
You taught me how to dance, how to listen to music and let flow through and thrive
but didn't tell me that once you left the same symphony would leave me barely alive
You encouraged me to always make memories no matter the cost
if only I had known those memories would return taunting like a Gothic ghost
haunt my mind and leave me hopeless and lost,
like a rudderless ship washed by waves to some unknown coast
to an extent, I'd pray for a down pour of amnesia to wash away the things a valued most
Maybe you should have warned me that love was sweet and sour
that it is a beautiful rose but does fade like any other beautiful flowers
that even if we were a bed of roses even roses have spiky thorns
and that Hearts fracture so bad much as they bear no bones...
You should have told me fairy tales were merely stories we were told to find sleep
that much as you were mine to hold, it was no guarantee you were mine to keep...
you should have told me all the secrets you concealed and the dark side you hid
maybe I wouldn't have believed you then, but it probably could have hurt less than it actually did

Too afraid to love, too afraid of hurt
*Too afraid of my world breaking apart
Too afraid of loneliness yet Love's cruel
Because  it's a war that ends in a duel
Too afraid to trust ,broken till the crust
Cannot see a variance twixt Love and lust
Too confused to tell which road to follow
Too burdened by  memories to not feel this hollow
Too scared but I doubt there's a safe way out
None can hear me albeit I let my silence shout
Guess whoever fills the void and heals the scars
Will share a night of counting the stars
Whoever will drag me out the dark
I should trust will have a honest spark
Whoever that will be should be able to fill this emptiness
Gaping wide and abysmal with special uniqueness

If only I could find the fluffy comfort of your embrace from my pillow
the chill of your touch from the smooth caress of my bed sheets
the warmth of your firm ******* from my bed while I rest
the solace of your voice from whistling of birds at dawn
or the violent murmurs of rivers soaked in pain by storming rain
If only I could find the saccharine succulence of your lips from honey
or rather from flamboyant nectarine  April showers bloomed in June
the gold of your smile on the laughing face of the  full moon
the fulfilled promise of the joy you lend my soul from money
If only the sky  were as captivating blue as your hazel eyes
and the melody of your inspiration existed in musical beats
if only the curvature of the horizon was as fluid as your waist
the company of loneliness as welcome as that of a succoring guest
in the desolate nights clogged by frigid fog of your absence
and snow flakes of nostalgia falling from the skies of despair
fueled by the perilous weather in your climatic silence
If only dusk was synonymous to your captivating complexion
only then would I say that something else would stir an insurrection
but as it stands, no vivisection can match this tantalizing obsession
You own all of me, nothing can ever have all this attention and affection...

I want to say all I feel for you's hate
But that ain't the the real truth
Much as my mind is convinced I do
My heart can't stand telling lies
I want to walk away from my fate
But that thought doesn't soothe
My Soul can't stand goodbyes
I should be camouflaging the pain
Hiding my agonized tears in the rain
Yet It's something I won't
Because I love you, I just can't
Much as I really want to

I want to walk away, to go yonder the end of the road
at the horizon whence the Sun sleeps, and hands the night his sword
for she's a heaven I can't have and that's putting me through hell
so I want to go beyond the reach of her spell
to go further than my teary eyes can see
I want to board a boat and sail across the Sea
where my phone will cease to buzz, far away to drink from safer bars
so I won't have to think about what her absence does
to me, I want to follow the river to wherever she'll flow
for someday he'll walk her down the isle, I can't take the blow
so since this passion will never go and since this is something I can't out grow
albeit I knew right from the start that she ain't my boat to row
I would rather be broken by the hard fall on grounds of goodbye
instead of waiting for a harder fall on melancholy to make me cry.
I want to go where none has seen or heard of her ambiance
so that for the rest of my life I can speak and write of her radiance
and be the lad who loved enough to let go
as sometimes love is letting them stay where they prefer
even when you feel you have more to offer.
That's why I want to go...

Tell my favourite teacher that I'm still her darling boy
who used to look up to the rainy sky, miss home and cry
still as cunning and playful but now prose and poetry are the toy
and if she saw me play she would wonder and sigh
at that boy who made everything he touched filthy
for I find crisp clean pages and on them throw mud of words
who's still of indifference, condemned and guilty
Her little boy whose fascination was chasing butterflies and birds
tell my teacher I'm still her child, still not biting my tongue
but regurgitating all the bitter truth the world detests
busting in rage at hypocrisy and puffing pride out my lungs
I'm still bearing the eminent enmity my bluntness begets
tell her I'm still firmly clinging to the slipping dreams she instilled
barely floating, with waves of reality attempting to drown my talent and have her killed
*tell her I'm still doing pieces out of my daily struggles and torments
and posting them on social media, I'm that brave
even attempting to do double Shakespearean sonnets
writing about my illusive dreams and the unreachable I crave
someone tell my favourite teacher that I'm still her son
going against the currents of injustice instead of flowing with the river
taking the bull by his horns, doing whatever I can
yet sometimes giving in to detestable ways,corroding my liver
tell Victorious that I'm still impossible to comprehend
loving fictional writings while holding my classwork in contempt
why loath lectures,but love learning,why not pretend?
not even university education could be exempt
I think about my teacher everyday,she's still my Mama
but I hardly talk to her for my life's preoccupied with karma's drama

A lost cause that doesn't want to be found
hunter in the wild tracking without a hound
tethered to slavery,toiling in vain for a pound
I'm the loudest noise of a world without a sound
I'm a dedicated preacher without a bible
a hopeless soul still fighting for survival
a journey man desperate and far from arrival
a ready fighter in a ring and life's my rival
I'm a wounded bird soaring with broken wings
the first light of dawn and the chorus it brings
a trampled bud which struggles as it springs
I'm those dumped sad engagement rings
I'm the lonely path that was never taken
the chocking inspiring words never spoken
the many charming promises that were broken
I'm the dead unburied hearts,the ghosts awoken
I'm those thirsty flowers struggling to grow
the wandering souls unsure of where to go
the deadbeat and shattered,those feeling low
the tired refugee expectant mothers escaping war
I'm the hunted nemesis, bullets seek my blood
the homeless who lost their home to the flood
the internally displaced and raggedly clad
everything grieving, dead and living betrayed by the world
I'm the bitter truth that will never be told
the beautiful country and its people cheaply sold
the wrinkled malnourished children trapped in cold
I'm everyone, silent or spoken, black or white,young or old

Many times, we love, we are loved, we hate
and we are hated and yet we can never find
quantum proof for how much we feel what we
feel, It's left to habitual action, like It's
assumed we hug, kiss or smile as proof of love,
yet even haters can do the same since we live
in a universe where many smile with their
teeth rather than heart.
I believe a scientist somewhere's trying to
discover a way of bringing about statistical
perfection.
Even emotical pendulums, clockwise towards
happiness and Anti-clockwise towards
Melancholy have an imaginary measure hence
cannot be traced.
By and large, I think trying to quantify feelings
is a holy Grail hunt, it doesn't matter how
much, It's enough knowing you are loved or
hated, you are desired or repelled. As long as
you know, quantity doesn't matter, life is all
about the moments, not how long those
moments resonate before their wave taking a
different existence. Life is not about how many
breaths you take, but the moments that take
your breath away. It's a Game where the Goals
you score don't matter, what matters is you
play your role right.

For the bridges burnt and the lessons learnt
For seeds of faith watered to blossoming plant
For the days I lived to the moment I died
The truths I said to the few times I lied
The laughs I managed till the moment I cried
For the words I said to the silence I sighed
For the spectrum we shared that suddenly turned grey
The moments I held it together and those I frayed
The time of doubt and when I prayed
For the cowardice when only nothing could be said
For the years of thinking through out the day
When the sky was clear and painted in light
To the moment of darkness, the pitch of night
That I wasn't and even those when I was okay
For the time I was whole and even when I'm shards
the minute I was lonely and was lost for words
when pleasure was watching butterflies and birds
the seconds that mattered but I hadn't the guts
For the moments I was on time and those I delayed
The opportunities exploited and those decayed
when I chose the right path and when I strayed
the chances I took that didn't plus those that paid
the times I matched and those I stayed
when together we toiled,the impossible strategies we laid
for the first kiss till the last,the present and past
and a future without you that's come at last
for the big dreams that kept my eyes open
for those times when you were my token
for the merry shared when you still cared
for the miles we veered, the far we dared
the milestones we succeeded and those we failed
for your freedom and my heart that's jailed
for the songs we sung, with our palms fitted
for those smiles you gave with your head tilted
for the sombre times and when jilted
for the far we reached, doors opened and those bolted
for the endless calls and when they ended
for whoever we lost and whoever we befriended
for the memories we made,now phantoms instead
for the times of calm and when I lost my head
for growing up and losing faith in our fantasies
of crossing oceans and seas,for the courtesies
for those beautiful nights under moonlight and stars
for the wounds and bruises,spotless healed and scars
for what was real and what we were faking
the footprints behind and those we're taking
for the much risked and which we didn't try
for the inadequate strength to say goodbye
for the promises broken, the crazy mission to forever
thank you, and good luck in your each and every endeavour

Despite everything that's happened
Despite the mistreatment of our own
Despite the suppression & oppression
Despite the mambas in big numbers
Despite the silencing of the nation
Despite the heavy deployment on the streets
Despite the gas that our eyes mistreats
Despite the despair prevailing in the air
Despite the scare,the arrests that are unfair
Despite the government condemnation
of those battling our incarceration
Despite the fact that some are starving
because electronic mobile money transfer is off
Despite the looming loss and fraudulent tally
Despite the gloomy faces we all wear, the sully
Despite the rage burning through us for many a reason
The main one being the compromise of our peaceful
struggle out of the manacles of this corrupt regime
despite many being voiceless in prison
Despite the treacherous Telecom companies
assisting the tyrant keep us on our bruised knees
Despite the malnourished kids along the streets
despite the expectant mothers fearing for their life
because the best Hospital in the country has no doctors
& the disgruntled interns trying to help and teachers
despite the lives lost in the election scuffle fueled by police
despite the opposition constant arrest and release
the rise in the prices of everything but value of nothing
despite the arrogance of those profiting from the tyranny
despite the dishing out of cash to bribe voters
& the lining up of cattle to have more votes than voters
Despite the furthering hope for eminent change
despite the lead of the incumbent by a ridiculous range
I still love my country and I still believe change will come
even if the despot rules for a thousand a term
I still believe a day is coming when we shall say
"At last, the man is history,this country is now for the people"
I dream of that day, it should have been yesterday
But despite the fact that any dictatorship
tends to want power for permanent keep
Someday from the fountains of change we shall sip
I still believe,albeit such freedom isn't a one day trip
On behalf of all who turned up to cast their votes
thank you for not just talking but also walking
thank you for the courtesy you're giving to the next generation
at least we know we shall have answers in clear narration
to our children and their children, each and every question
Don't give up...to me the fight is just started
And still, even a president has got but one neck
Change is guillotine, someday it catches up
Don't give up for you have come so far and see so much
If you were about to surrender, I hope this your heart can touch
Despite all the challenges our struggle is facing
Let's stay focus toward justice and fairness chasing
Yes, we have fallen more than we deserve
it may feel but someday someone will appreciate your love
One Uganda, one people... in change we believe
For God and my country, I love Uganda
I love you all...Don't give up

Love of truth
                      is
                        the Truth of Love

Living in your arms was the easiest of things to do
'Cause when we do the things we love we feel no weight
My amour blossomed even amidst the weeds of ill-fate
We were a boundless ocean with an ambiance of blue
I loved the gentle chains of your soft embrace and kiss
I loved how we wandered about aimless filled with bliss
The aroma of the words we spoke and the promises we made
Still haunt me as I talk, they are still lingering about my head
No place 'll ever see the breeze in the shed behind your eyes
And no other lips 'll ever paint truth on the membranous paper of lies
Our lustrous flames were ever blazing as if I was truly loved
So monstrous and seizeless that It seemed it'd burn forever
Can't lie,I don't know what it means being forever together
A risky venture I thought ('cause of the moments we shared) I deserved
There was a warmth and comfort in the sunshine of your smiles
I was so charmed in that I'd walk a thousand miles
Your false affection took me into a different dimension,so high
In space so that even while arched I couldn't touch the sky
But those wings of passion were cut one altramentous afternoon
And since I was off-course the sky,my heart wanders among Aliens
I've been so close to healing but there isn't gravity on that moon
I'm a cosmic nuclear threat, and looser is my alias
Been to planet animus where It's race doesn't breathe
You took with you my inter-galaxic faith map can't locate my grid
I 've my doubts,lost in the milky way but I'm a little glad
If you were human,explain why you harbored blue-blood
You lacked the empathy to understand I wasn't superhuman
To realize my weaknesses and mistakes are only because I'm human
You crashed my heart to mere shards by your "tantrumous' meteor showers
Walked with me through thorns disguised in flowers
Met a heathen who has promised to heal my wounds and scars
Time says she'll fly me down to earth on her wings, hope she does
She says she can't let me return to that place,your arms of all
She's promising to find me a better city, a honest soul
For she's a friend to humans and shares their affection
Theirs is the armour of love rather than paranormal perfection

The battles started in the Soul are fought in the mind but only and only won in the heart
And that is the definition of humanity, a life long struggle and triumph to a destination from the start.

When the sour rains come, you'll remember the shelter in my heart
yet when the hot sun shines, you'll recall the shed in my soul
When the road is endless, you'll remember your miles I walked
in the silent night, you'll miss the moments we talked
When the creepy rhythm of the night starts to scare
You'll recall the moments I was right there
and when the brightly burning moon and the stars light the cold night
You'll crave a walk through the illumination but fright
Won't let you risk venturing into the enchanting warm rays
You'll miss our romantic walks during the good old days.
When the storms come with their fatal thunderbolts
You'll make for the safety under your adrenaline vaults
You'll wish I was by your chilly desolate bedside
presenting my masculine chest for your innocence to hide
You'll miss the magical touch of my wet lips
Whilst your heartbreaks and blood red emotion drips
When flowers in your tended gardens bloom they'll but fruit gloom
For their sweet scent will reconstruct my presence in the empty room
When my favourite classics and RnBs play on the radio
You'll remember dancing to some of them during our cardio
And when the telenovela we watched together
Comes on you'll wish you'd never said never
you'll want me to come home, you'll miss my golden smile,
look through the pane in pain hoping I'll appear along the isle
our memories will be the gravity pulling you to remorse
tears'll spring from costly decisions you'll want to reverse
you'll throw pillows and gnaw your teeth while missing us
when all you're throwing away will return like an ancestral curse
You'll try to find us in liquor but we won't be under those bottles
no amount of ***** will manage to drown the pain within
you'll let so many other lads into your knickers but that too won't pay
sleep under showers, even that won't wash the mire of where you've been
and then you'll dial my number and I'll anxiously pick up
only to listen to silence on the other end for you'll lack what to say
I'll try to get the words out of you but sobbing you'll hung up
And being the one for you, the one destiny charmed like a hub
I'll run out the door and jump into a nearby cab
to come and welcome the prodigal back to my heart
for I know there's no life when we're even just a second apart
in about an hour I'll be by your door, a happy soul under teary eyes
knocking with a big box full of pardon before you apologise
that's how much I love you... even if you doubt I deserve you
and when the time comes, you'll realise my passion is true

They said I could be anyone I wanted to but they were wrong
I wanted to be like your favorite song
to be a part of your magical fairytale,
your heart's charm and your soul's breathtaking Dale
I wanted to be a sunrise in your awakening
the floret that greets your smile while you reconcile
reality from the panoramic view of Wonderland
the first voice that seeks to know what Morpheus had to say
and the feet that shuffle right next to yours along the isle
as you walk into the much loathed cacophonic routines of everyday
I wanted to be the thoughts in your head as you
ply your trade from dawn to dusk
the inspiration that helps you crack every labyrinthine task,
like a lonesome butterfly dancing in elation
to relax your mind and mitigate any tension,
to help you endure racaous that comes with responsibility
and the arms that hold yours to congratulate you
upon getting through every other day,
I wanted to be the mouth that acknowledged your milestones
or the palms on the wheel driving you home
I wanted to be the shoulders you lean on
plus the arms you laugh and grieve in,
a place where your comfort does truly begin
I wanted to be your companion on this life long journey
many have deemed the rest of our lives
your blessing, alas! Your for better for worse...
I wanted to be your biggest fan as you concur the elements
to share with you proceeds from my dream tenements...
for thee so much I craved to be and tried to do more than just want
but the more I embraced desire the bigger and more excruciating her flames burnt
I said hello you said goodbye,
making me think "You can be anything" was merely a big fat lie...
Countless is the much I wanted to be, it's still haunting
that ultimately the best I could do was "wanting"...
Nothing more.

In the pursuit of victory, defeat may prevail,
Love's intensity can sometimes birth hatred's trail.
Chasing dreams may lead to stumbling on the path,
fully trusting yet betrayal may incur its wrath.

Truth's pursuit may uncover layers of deceit,
Efforts to receive can leave us incomplete.
Reaching for the stars, finding emptiness instead,
Building bridges of hope, encountering despair widespread.

Embracing vulnerability may invite wounds to seep,
Fighting for justice but injustice's grip we cannot keep.
In life's intricate tapestry, contrasts intertwine,
The bitter and the sweet, in harmony they combine.

The good news is she's single,
the bad is she's so in love with
Jesus
Her body's an alloy of the Holly spirit and Soil
Yet temples are a place I only
go to to have a chitchat with my Lord God
Not to profess my affection.
*I love her, but I can't compete
with the creator's Son.
I love her, but I love Heaven more.

They'll tell you to listen to your heart like you have another option...
they'll insist on saying the answer dwells there
even when it's clear your heart is an empty place
with nothing but cracks bearing monstrous crevices
which leak away whatever little sense that finds its way there.
They'll implore you to stretch and strain the
stiff neck of your faith to the chest of the unfathomable,
and listen to the silent pulse of a fate far beyond the touch
of your feeble faith,something even a flexible python of hope can't do,
a thing even the Ostrich of optimism finds searing hurt doing.
They'll implore because they can't understand the depth
of the **** you've been through or smell its odourless pungent stink...
Because they lack the bravery to face your phantom,
to courageously plough through the pitch of the life you've endured,
because they lack the foresight to envision or
the mind's eye to see the invisible distance you have left to chew,
because they can't swallow even one spoonful of the bitter
mound of history you carry along on your journey to an uncertainty
you are not sure you'll reach... an illusive destination.
They'll tell you to listen to your heart because they lack
the ears of empathy to hear the deafening silence of the bangs of your doldrums...
neither do they have the wings to soar through the violent
winds of your despair or feet it takes to walk in your shoes...
they will speak with an orator's eloquence,stuttering
foolish words of wisdom because they are blank of how deep shards
of a broken heart can cut...they will implore you to be a man,
because they know a lot of nothing about being a man
one of which is men don't cry... they haven't been in presence
of the silent sobs of masculinity whose tears are buried
with dead hearts in the tombs of hypocrisy.
You'll hear very many voices for each splinter will speak for itself
but insistently and persistently they'll push you to the edge
of the cliff of your disarray ignorant of the star filled sky billion choices
twinkling on each glistening piece of the mirror like shards of your heart...
This they'll do because that's just what humans have been
channelled off course the river of true humanity to do...
tell you they've got your back so you can confidently
expose yourself to the deepest stub...boost your morales
so that you can stupidly climb to dizzying heights,
tell you they'll catch you only to film you jump to your hardest fall...
they'll promise to help you cleanse your dead just to see
whether you'll frown at their stench,and to curse
and mock in case you spit... they'll tell you that the path out of
your labyrinth is mapped across your heart simply to enjoy
seeing you wonder rudderless in the Sea of discombobulation...
Humans, they'll offer to circumcise you freely just to laugh at you
when you wince at the cruel touch of the blunt knife of their shameless daring...
they'll give you pills so they can mock at the difficulty
their bitterness brings at ingestion...
they'll tell you to listen to your heart like you didn't hear
your own jumbled heartbeat before you opted for their ugly opinions...
they'll say it, enjoying the moment and beautifully...
"your Heart knows it all" like you have another option besides your hurt.
and you will follow not because they said
but because you have no other boulevard to take

I read beautiful poems and wonder
Why in mine all I find is fault and blunder
I caress the neat words as much as I can
Hoping the more I read the more I learn
I peruse through funny poems and laugh
Yet if I try it out myself It's really tough
So I read inspirationals day and night
Thinking for sure ,improve I might
I scroll past those I feel ain't my type
Looking for those with acclaim and hype
Poetic literature really does take all my time
'Cause I'm in a hunt for that perfect rhyme
But all I do is find highly fascinating pieces
And all they do is leave me angry and peaceless
I read poems because I'm seeking for consolation
And I even find more than this ,to my consternation
I probably read poems because they are easy to read
Or I'm just so lonely and they are the company I need

I suddenly don't know who my friends are anymore
But I know who has never been,isn't and never will
You're not my friend if you think our whimpers propaganda
You're not my friend if you're not in support of a proper Uganda
You're not my friend if you opposed our
struggle till its seemingly dead end
You're not my friend if you think we shouldn't grieve
You're not my friend if in yellow rule you still believe
you're not my friend if you're still blinded
even after so many are hurt and lives ended
you're not my friend if you sung a song in praise
of he who won't our teacher's salary raise
you're not my friend if I reminded you of the Hospital
and you said them sick suffer for the love of free things with no remorse at all
you're not my friend if you've stuck to his support
simply because he fills your wallet while the rest are emptied,
you're not my friend if in this sad time you feel relief
you're not my friend if you forgot about the *** holes
the uncertainty that characterises the air all over the country,
you're not my friend if in your heart melancholy isn't,the despair
you're not my friend if you don't mind the pauper on the street
the emptiness of our capital competing with that in our hearts
you're not my friend if you don't think it badly hurts
you're not my friend if as long as your Porsche you drive
you don't mind about the state of a country
whether your neighbour's child is dead or alive
you're are not my friend if everything you wish for you have
and you don't give a **** if others starve
you're not my friend if you're contented with the shaky epicentre
forgetting that when the centre is shaky things fall apart
you're not my friend even if the politics ended
for my friend you weren't right from the start
you're not my friend if you've played part in steering us to a wrong course
against the pleas and cries of the despairing concourse
you're not my friend if you're the reason country man lies in a casket
in exchange for a piece of the national cake in your basket
you're not my friend if you believe in steady progress
even if you're my brother,whilst rest of the country lies in regrets
you're not my friend if you are against the people's choice
for the people's choice is the people's voice
You're not my friend if your government military deploys
dubbing the shout of our plight unnecessary noise
You're not my friend if you're smiling while we cry
in darkness as sunshine lights your home for you own our sky
you're not my friend if you forgot about those studying under a tree
you're not my friend if you still think we're free
You're my enemy if you're an enemy to my friend
You've wounded this nation by standing by the olden trend
you're an enemy to the state and so you're my enemy
you're not my friend, for God and my country
you're not my friend and that I will never forget traitor
no,I will remember through every January to December
I will remember even after you forget,centuries later

Some know everything and understand nothing about you
while others know nothing but understand everything about you.

Finally, the door emerged, bound in chains they stood,
Immobile and oppressed, their spirits misunderstood.
A blinding light ahead, rendering them sightless, blind,
Their burdened minds weighed by the ashes left behind.

Pressed together, yearning for one backward glance,
Denied even a fleeting chance, their hearts in a trance,
Before stepping through the door of no return,
Leaving lives and homes, forever spurned.

In that somber moment, sorrow weighed heavy on their hearts,
Facing the musky boat, unsure if a new day would start.
Crossing the threshold, bidding farewell to their past,
Embracing the unknown, the die of doom was cast.

With a resounding thud, the door closed, severing ties and fears,
Silent weeping, lost in the sea of their silent tears.
Bound for distant shores, spirits eternally broken,
wrapped in cold melancholy, their tragic story spoken.

Scars are the hard times he's faced
I see the pain dripping down his chest
For all the time he stumbled& messed
He's  knelt down, prayed& confessed
He writes poems at night out his head
To inspire the living and the dead
For a life of waking to no tea or bread
Is one he knows so well, one he led
He wipes tears off everyone's face
And fills hearts and every empty place
Speak of comfort he gives without greed
Understanding cause he once was in need
He doesn't charge, he's not a skimmer
It's his dream, he's not just a dreamer
He's a sunshine with rays of promise
And out of all historic cities,craves venice