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Bwambale Muhidin Poems
The story of the world
Now i can tell the story of the world i came into; A world of darkness, A store of pain,
What a pity, Ugandans cry for corruption. Everyday is corrupt, Corruption! Corruption!
Here Comes The Bride
Here comes the pride, full of pride All ye present turn your heads and behold Her steps so firm, her will cofirm That she has been and will always behold,
What a bad life here on earth? A life of problems and danger all the time. What a bad life here on this planet? ! But life would be perfect if;
This death, this death, oh! This death, we move with it everywhere, nowhere to hide.
My love my true love
O my dear honey, my luv is the real true luv I luv with all my heart and soul, O, really I can't live in your absence, O, my one and only I've never felt safe when u are with,
You proved your love to me mum
Every one tired with me No one by my side Concidered as crazy and stupid by everyone concidered useless person on this earth
My Mother, The Real Woman
Through i came into the world. Crying with alot of fear, u held me in your chest and i feld relief oh! Mother you are my security
Oh! ! Education women search for you Men search for u Children search for you
THE BEAUTIFUL GIRL
Oh our dear sister you're so beautiful like the stars in the sky your beauty has attracted all men But only one man has won you
To love is not to shout 'I LOVE YOU' all the times. Real love starts with talking. Real lovd is never forced. Real love is given out voluteerily.
I GAVE YOU MY EVERYTHING
When we first met u asked me my name, i told u my name and gave u even my adress. I really gave u my everything.
THE SECRET OF LIFE
In life take time to; work- it is the price of success. Think-it is the source of power. Pray-it is the greatest power on earth.
Are You Anything
If you are not: Food minded at the age of 10, Smart at the age of 20, Strong at the age of 30,
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The story of the world
Now i can tell the story
of the world i came into;
A world of darkness,
A store of pain,
A world of innumerable diseases,
A world of problems,
A world that is not satisfactory to any person
a world of disapointments,
a worl full of sorrow
OH! What kind of planet this is.
But the world is what u make it to be,
make the world become,
a very precious habitat for man,
and other creatures.