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George Achongo Aug 2014
I did it because
It was the right thing to do- I could,
Yes, to rescue my mother from hospital,
Yes, to rescue my brother, sister from hunger,
I had to do it,
To help myself from stavation,
I had to do it,
To help my father who was bent on his knees,
I had to do it,
I couldn't only do it if I was rest assured of my fathers ability, my mother's help, my siblings' stomatch, to sharpen my life, yes!
I had to do it,
Though the sting is killin' me after so long,
I have to confess-that I did it,
Yes, I 'picked' the money,
Not her-who was slained, t's was me,
Lies were kinder to me,
Truth could have sent me to the grave,
I would be now gone,
I'm sorry to she,
Forgive me!
Trisha Jan 2018
Who tries to share,
Or help the weaker ones,
Who cares to look,
Or think of anyone.

Cry..the weaker ones,
Cry..the poor ones,
There is no one to care,
Any of the either for once.

You starve for food,
You starve for water,
There's no one here,
To call for any father.

Cry..the empty stomatch,
Cry a little harder,
There is no one present,
No one to bother.

Now i suggest you to sleep,
A deeper and more,
There is no one to awake,
Even if you want.

I'm not gonna stop,
I'm not gonna try,
Cry till the time,
The time till you die.

— The End —