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May 2014
Eyes crave for the Heart
I am always like an Eagle high in the sky
Spotting down the earth for my prey
Most times I eyed wonderful catches
But I was too slow to have any
My eyes where focused in all angles
To earn the best taste to my self
Like many other predators below and above
With a similar target

You couldn’t watch me but I noticed all your moves
How happy you went
For the times you dodged my traps.
The delight was mine as, you fattened for consumption
I knew time would come
When all your choices would bare no other solution;
For me to have either raw or roasted
Despite your consciousnesses my goals stand valid
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
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