Timothy muggaga Poems

'my family, my friends, my children, my wife...'
Have you ever tried to strip naked
i mean from body to soul
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They are here
where winds of hope stir
but they are here to tear
not to serve hope but despair
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you woke up with a broken heart
but you found no broken limbs
you searched for healing
but found nothing
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i remember it was night
and all i lost was my sight
drawn in the middle of the night
stuck onto a flight
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She would be drawn to me
if i had the scent of wealth.
But for this stench of poverty
that gets her hand onto her nose
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His face was buried in the warm sand of the shores
and his feet were soaked in the cold water of the sea
He faces the furnace of test
trying to put his conscience to tune
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you are the flesh misplaced
in the darkness of the grave.
with a soul saved; soul of the brave
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i remember it was at night
and all i lost was my sight
drawn in the middle of the night
stuck onto a flight
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I have watched them
stroll from their native land
with sack cloths around their waists
holding tools of despair
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