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SpAllan
25/M/Kla, Uganda (E.Africa) African. I am exploring on a range of subjects. Growing poet. / All content is original.
A minister died today. The flags were raised at half mast; "National mourning" they said!! They say his liver failed! BUT It must be those expensive liquors they consume at state dinners. Oh! The thoughts of my wicked heart. Its been the talk of the nation. The papers are awash with tributes to the so- called minister. But who speaks of the *** victims? The ones that left us with orphans as a result of his greed? Money meant for their health, instead he built a plush residence. But talk of the minister and the loss we have had as a nation! Good riddance I say! "For a little while at least..." Its not liquor speaking My heart abhors strong juices. A smoothie or porridge, that I can handle. I am sober in every sense! But why should I care? After-all this nation is on the right track! or so we have been made to think? But Let me not meddle in the affairs of generals. After all we have the most considerate politicians Oh! We have a father for a president.
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 8:33 AM UTC
The minister
.Only the sheets know the tears you have shade. The night alone bears witness to your silent sobs. Of pain and suffering you’ve had your share. Loneliness is where you dwell. Of whether it was at all worth the sacrifice you cannot tell. The world doesn’t understand your toil And neither will they appreciate what you have lost. Yet amidst all this, you are not really alone. It’s the prayers of those that care that sustain you. Like an invisible hand they light the path ahead.
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Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
Lonely soul
A history painted in tears With shades of blood Tales of sacrifice told   Under unclear night skies A life given that we could live A people forsaken   Their dreams our reality
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 12:53 PM UTC
our heroes
Beautiful faces full of color beneath lie haunting stories images shunned by the world carefully wrapped in maquillage. They learnt the hard way, The world cared not for their plight So they mastered the art of concealing. Pain wrapped in smiles. Beautiful people full of fire A passion that cannot be quenched mountains became roads before them. The foe crumbles in their wake.
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Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 1:48 PM UTC
pain wrapped in smiles
In the dungeons of hell When I was held captive A prisoner of war I found a safe place, In you You were the reason I kept living Night after night They tormented me Looking for a weakness The blurry image of your morning smile Was the anchor onto which I clung I found love in war It was you.
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
Love in war poetry project
Wishes turned into prayer As dreams Faded into the night And memories became song, A soulful sound. In the night where meaning can’t be found, She was the star that decorated him He was a burning wildfire And She, a flood that tamed him. He was a raging storm And she, the rainbow that lit hope In his roaring anger She was the voice that prayed calm Where would he be without her! He became the ocean But his relevance and beauty Were found in her beaches and bays He became the desert But emphasis was placed on her oasis He is good but he is best with her. They were a mystery unsolved. Two opposite forces, yet they had so much in common! She was his perfection. A crown jewel.
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
A soulful sound.
When you find yourself In an empty street Afraid I will ride in the night To find you I will wrap my arms Around you And let you know that I am here. Under this night sky On these empty streets all we have is us And the dreams we hold I will be your light   In your darkness And you The oxygen to ignite   my fire
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
Empty streets