Angry Ghosts Poem by Timothy muggaga

They were here
with their faces severe
the victims of the injustice gear
whose hearts were dropped
and their eternal right robbed
until their soul's death was forged

They came over
just whimpering but never
were they given a chance and forever
their minds were burnt in torture
the limping spirits of the divine creature
yet in fairness and joy they did not feature

They passed by
wings clipped never to fly
lips broken and forever shy
whose fate was sealed by incapacity
and their identity swallowed by diversity
whose warmth was frozen the fierce reality

The angry ghosts shout
for their breath was sucked out
by the shameless thief of peace
and their wealth was left but a piece
now demand for a new life
to those angels and demons still alive