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Jul 2022
They Ain’t worth

You know them
Need I mention their names
Those that treat you unpleasantly

The ones who believe you’re secondary to importance
Those that need you for the good of what you have and hold

Not the other the very ones smiling daily with you
The scavengers and the enemies of progress over your success


The hallelujah shouters with stone cold hearts, they give us company but silently crucify us at Calvary

Yes those smart ones with naked thoughts
So smart that they can rob you to death and disappointment while their hands are over your shoulders

They ain’t worth our hello, time and smiles
Lustful as ***** **** that rapes every hen along it’s path
They feed you to their dogs and bullet you to Guns you bought them
The silence of thy pain is so loud and so see trust under burial. The brutality of the spoken words left us in pieces
Dear you, pick up you torn parts let’s go find a heart to live on for it never changes
It’s our wish not ours to create of them
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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