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Jul 2014
Who of all these will put me down
The serious and lazy all together
Casual and combat ready for a mission.

Much as the back is built with terror
My succcess is assured to the throne
having been there time and again
Just like you can't teach an old gorilla the
paths of the forest
Equiped with experience and
shinning with medals from
the previous wars.
Am blocked from reaching the peak
but before death holds you captive
your plan is never a failure,
like soldiers never run out of invasions,
a star fights to maintain position
in coldness or sunshine.

There is nothing sweeter compared to living
successfull
You carry prestigious names with no pay
All a close associate to thousands.
Blow the trumpet to his entry for
the jungle rule applies.
only to test how patient and
tactical you can over look danger
to a dream.
Too much sharpness can cause failure
As a single bracelet doesnt jingle
boiling situations in abundance only to start,
test and run with sour conclusion.
A simple bomb clears hundreds to the flow
but though amongest plenty the brave ones
survive. Let the last man stand
Thomas Bron Mukama
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Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
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