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Jul 2022
For we want and so we loose
The world running so fast yet we are just walking
The dreams up the sky the deeds below the land
A hopeless life

High in education with out weighed skills
The knowledge from school is blown with the bar shisha mindless with handcuffs off opportunities

A chance to grow a price to pay
No excuse but a dance to stagnancy
And you live in a choice full prison
A captured rat in its own hole
A gardener served with yields from his own field
We have failed , a failure saddened by fear and comfort
Till we tilt the window and wipe off the fog
Million doors are out open
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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