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Dec 2022
Down in the dungeon is where I am
Well known by many appreciated by few
But that doesn't matter

They made the promise
So they must fulfill their pledge
Is this how you can repay me
With soar wounds and weeks out of the sight of light
Will I see the betterness of life or face bitter living

They come and gather around me like I am a sacrifice to make
Though I lay down onto this cold ground my crime is not known to me
It was a good deal to them whilst my dreams of payment were shattered
What can I claim only my freedom
It's been days and my tears got exhausted and my way back to life lays on a line
Me holding knowledge of what kind they are threatens their living
At the end of the road in the middle of no where
Uncertainties crowned over my head
Sounds like I am gone soon anytime any moment
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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