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Mar 2020
Among the finest he ,
Mighty he was
He had endurance,
meek in character,
sovereignty for us
he toiled
shrewd at the salutes
Junior ,senior;
Routine he maintained
Firing guns, hurling
grenades, he matched
hundreds of miles
raging battles and wars
That spanned years.

At the apex of his
Youth hood he suffered,
he suffered,  he suffered,
A painful blow; a blow
*** *** *** ***
he dealt a painful blow
at the hands of a beautiful
woman; beautiful woman!

All the  vigorous and
draining training he had
In his prime youth hood,
was trashed, tramped,
All his experience, hard work,
determination and shining
accolades disappeared.
Disappeared never to be
seen again!!

Like a fool and his money
he was soon parted with
His hard earned experience
more so with his dear life
The once strong arms were
Now frail, the once commanding
Voice was now a pleading one

His bright, wonderful and
envied experience, the
vigor of his prime youth,
the unmatched accolades,
the years he served in the
forces and the innocence
The smile of comrade ship
smoke of "rex" and" dunhill"
at the quarter guard.

Were now a story;
On a sad note a story to tell
To tell the young generation
About the invisible deadly killer
All his years were in vain
All he was left with was
Nostalgic memories about all
He once had. Our nation
Lost. Our nation lost a son
Our nation lost a brother,Our
nation lost a father.
a painful tale of a gun man
Nyakisa Beth
Written by
Nyakisa Beth  20/M/uganda
(20/M/uganda)   
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