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Jan 2015
Living As Raised
It wasn’t born there but soon turned out as home and place of work
Coming from miles away to settle there in comfort with no single dream
of ever returning home.
The sun finds it there and so does the darkness
A friend to nature and a stranger to people
Early In the morning it stretches its arms to whoever will see the hand
And drop in a coin or paper, it minds not.

The man who loved the woman ran away from the woman’s big belly
He sought for it but couldn’t maintain it; she carried it for years but later
Escaped after dropping a being of a kind, She run away to find a better life
Yet she left another behind.
It has no tears that even the smile is innocent Just like its unseen parents,
Hopes for a future, and stands as a master of the streets.
Soon graduating and aging in theft as Tenure of a daily routine for the fittest
Like the parents run away, it takes its lifetime running from authority for survival
And standing no fear or risk of life baked the hard way in order to benefit
Living at a percentage of 0% morals
Caring for none; because none cared too.
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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   Harley Oliver
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