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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 11:08 AM UTC
maxneumann
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hellopoetry Malta needs hellopoetry Marshall Islands needs hellopoetry Mauritania needs hellopoetry Mauritius needs hellopoetry Mexico needs hellopoetry Micronesia, Federated States is in need of hellopoetry Moldova needs hellopoetry Monaco needs hellopoetry Mongolia needs hellopoetry Montenegro needs hellopoetry Morocco needs hellopoetry Mozambique needs hellopoetry Myanmar (Burma) needs hellopoetry Namibia needs hellopoetry Nauru needs hellopoetry Nepal needs hellopoetry Netherlands needs hellopoetry New Zealand needs hellopoetry Nicaragua needs hellopoetry Niger needs hellopoetry Nigeria needs hellopoetry North Macedonia needs hellopoetry Norway needs hellopoetry Oman needs hellopoetry Pakistan needs hellopoetry Palau needs hellopoetry Panama needs hellopoetry Papua New Guinea needs hellopoetry Paraguay needs hellopoetry Peru needs hellopoetry Philippines needs hellopoetry Poland needs hellopoetry Portugal needs hellopoetry Qatar needs hellopoetry Romania needs hellopoetry Russia 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CAME the great Popinjay Smelling his nosegay: In cages like grots The birds sang gavottes. 'Herodiade's flea Was named sweet Amanda, She danced like a lady From here to Uganda. Oh, what a dance was there! Long-haired, the candle Salome-like tossed her hair To a dance tune by Handel.' . . . Dance they still? Then came Courtier Death, Blew out the candle flame With civet breath.
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Dame Edith Sitwell
Came the Great Popinjay
CAME the great Popinjay Smelling his nosegay: In cages like grots The birds sang gavottes. 'Herodiade's flea Was named sweet Amanda, She danced like a lady From here to Uganda. Oh, what a dance was there! Long-haired, the candle Salome-like tossed her hair To a dance tune by Handel.' . . . Dance they still? Then came Courtier Death, Blew out the candle flame With civet breath.
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We mourn atop skyscrapers As our forefathers Mourned amongst baobab trees in Uganda Because we have been forsaken, It is judgment day, And we’re fearful.
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Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 12:04 AM UTC
glenn-mccrary
Skyscrapers
We mourn atop skyscrapers As our forefathers Mourned amongst baobab trees in Uganda Because we have been forsaken, It is judgment day, And we’re fearful.
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As kids we played soldiers sticks were our guns our words were our bullets we had hours of fun But for kids in Uganda it isn't the same not since Joseph Kony took over the game He forced them to fight and he forced them to **** while we stood by and did nothing lacking knowledge and will But let this be the year that it comes to an end that there's visible justice for invisible children Because Joseph Kony we're coming for you stopping at nothing and there's **** all you can do http://vimeo.com/invisible/kony2012
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Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 1:47 AM UTC
a-thomas-hawkins
KONY 2012 - Tell the world
As kids we played soldiers sticks were our guns our words were our bullets we had hours of fun But for kids in Uganda it isn't the same not since Joseph Kony took over the game He forced them to fight and he forced them to **** while we stood by and did nothing lacking knowledge and will But let this be the year that it comes to an end that there's visible justice for invisible children Because Joseph Kony we're coming for you stopping at nothing and there's **** all you can do http://vimeo.com/invisible/kony2012
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In days dead and burried in time, In a very far away enchanted clime, In the mighty kingdom of Nineva Where there fairly shone forever, There once was a strange lonely wood That ever in fairest robes of green stood By the edge of a fair shoreline of pearl, Whose mystery none may tell nor unfurl. For akin to the most effulgent yonder star That forevermore scintillates from afar In a splendiferous novelty golden cluster, So thrice scintillated the gem's luster. And 'tis for this that as we all truly know, All mortals, I say, all mortals  of long ago Gravitated from corners of distant lands On the quest for riches by those strands. Once, sweltering was the noontide When upon a violent lonely rolling tide A bunch of desperate pirates were seen Nearing that wood of emerald sheen. In a while, they'd gathered all they could, Leaving not a single gem in the wood. Alas! A wind murmured upon the skies In faint whispers: "Woods have eyes" So muttered all birds - all birds of the air, All creatures in caverns desolate yet fair, All leaves upon strange shadowy trees, And all - all creatures of wild lonely seas. But, despite the looming dark omen, Swifter than plummeting drops of rain, So hastily dashed every single pirate Blindingly minding not about their fate. They raised their silvery sails to take sail But hark! All this - all this was to no avail; For upon the skies no wind was seen To render them across so wide a sea. In a jiffy, louder than birds of the skies All gems whispered, "Woods have eyes." From that moment on, all lost their sight, Doomed never to behold the sun's light. And now, upon those murky restless seas They dost weep but no plea can please, For they were doomed to rove evermore In search of their long forgotten shore. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Kampala, Uganda. 29th.July.2018.
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 4:03 AM UTC
KikodinhoAlexandros
WOODS HAVE EYES
In days dead and burried in time, In a very far away enchanted clime, In the mighty kingdom of Nineva Where there fairly shone forever, There once was a strange lonely wood That ever in fairest robes of green stood By the edge of a fair shoreline of pearl, Whose mystery none may tell nor unfurl. For akin to the most effulgent yonder star That forevermore scintillates from afar In a splendiferous novelty golden cluster, So thrice scintillated the gem's luster. And 'tis for this that as we all truly know, All mortals, I say, all mortals  of long ago Gravitated from corners of distant lands On the quest for riches by those strands. Once, sweltering was the noontide When upon a violent lonely rolling tide A bunch of desperate pirates were seen Nearing that wood of emerald sheen. In a while, they'd gathered all they could, Leaving not a single gem in the wood. Alas! A wind murmured upon the skies In faint whispers: "Woods have eyes" So muttered all birds - all birds of the air, All creatures in caverns desolate yet fair, All leaves upon strange shadowy trees, And all - all creatures of wild lonely seas. But, despite the looming dark omen, Swifter than plummeting drops of rain, So hastily dashed every single pirate Blindingly minding not about their fate. They raised their silvery sails to take sail But hark! All this - all this was to no avail; For upon the skies no wind was seen To render them across so wide a sea. In a jiffy, louder than birds of the skies All gems whispered, "Woods have eyes." From that moment on, all lost their sight, Doomed never to behold the sun's light. And now, upon those murky restless seas They dost weep but no plea can please, For they were doomed to rove evermore In search of their long forgotten shore. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Kampala, Uganda. 29th.July.2018.
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A sadistic outlook I hide my fallacies and avarice in a sock drawer, neatly placed next to my pill bottles In the closet closest, I store the prospect of future casualties Shuffled neatly undernearth media propaganda and the war in Uganda I suffocate the tragedy of unknown victims in my display of malice Muffled as they’re whimpering Sociopathic symphony
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Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 8:50 AM UTC
Dantzzzler
Sanguine Shapeshifter
A sadistic outlook I hide my fallacies and avarice in a sock drawer, neatly placed next to my pill bottles In the closet closest, I store the prospect of future casualties Shuffled neatly undernearth media propaganda and the war in Uganda I suffocate the tragedy of unknown victims in my display of malice Muffled as they’re whimpering Sociopathic symphony
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Some times tremors of foolish wise thoughts, pass man's mind like waves of earth quakes across the muscles of unsuspecting earth, to day one of the type has visited my brain, i ask myself why John F Kennedy committed suicide, with all the resources and riches in America of Kennedy's time, The FBI, CIA, NATO and the shrewd Mozart, the security masters of the world's vogue all guarding the Kennedy the president, how came that the public imbecile had claim on his life, money overflowing like the waters of River Congo, into insatiable Atlantic basin is the simplest measure of American riches that Kennedy headed at his time of demise, full backed with intellect matchless muscle from study of history, eloquent like the weaver birds of Uganda in the city of Mbale, sending all packing in the likes of Nehru, Nyerere and Nkrumah, perhaps subdueable in single phase to the mighty of Castro, how comes that a madman killed Kennedy in the fullness of the day, was it the invisible hand of the Ku klux **** Synagogue of Satan or Freemason, the death of Kennedy is none other than beautiful suicide or the active curse of fate, misfortune and violent death. Why Nkrumah died out of power was political suicide, his knowledge of the world set African pace, towering mentally above all else in the chronicles of consciesism, he stood like a tor on the African mountains against Senghor Why Colonel Afrifa putsched Nkrumah is none else other that suicidal politics played at helm of power. why Tom Mboya died is suicide of suicides to believe that reason can overwhelm ethnic sentiments in a tribal consciousness of country like Kenya in time of Kenyatta, to foolishly conceive that Kikuyu can assassinate a Kikuyu was Luo foolishness of that particular century, it is Mboya who bought the gun that shot him dead, it is Mboya who bankrolled his own assassin he brought to the world political suicide of the century.
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 5:52 AM UTC
alexander-k-opicho
WHY JOHN F. KENNEDY COMMITTED SUICIDE?
Some times tremors of foolish wise thoughts, pass man's mind like waves of earth quakes across the muscles of unsuspecting earth, to day one of the type has visited my brain, i ask myself why John F Kennedy committed suicide, with all the resources and riches in America of Kennedy's time, The FBI, CIA, NATO and the shrewd Mozart, the security masters of the world's vogue all guarding the Kennedy the president, how came that the public imbecile had claim on his life, money overflowing like the waters of River Congo, into insatiable Atlantic basin is the simplest measure of American riches that Kennedy headed at his time of demise, full backed with intellect matchless muscle from study of history, eloquent like the weaver birds of Uganda in the city of Mbale, sending all packing in the likes of Nehru, Nyerere and Nkrumah, perhaps subdueable in single phase to the mighty of Castro, how comes that a madman killed Kennedy in the fullness of the day, was it the invisible hand of the Ku klux **** Synagogue of Satan or Freemason, the death of Kennedy is none other than beautiful suicide or the active curse of fate, misfortune and violent death. Why Nkrumah died out of power was political suicide, his knowledge of the world set African pace, towering mentally above all else in the chronicles of consciesism, he stood like a tor on the African mountains against Senghor Why Colonel Afrifa putsched Nkrumah is none else other that suicidal politics played at helm of power. why Tom Mboya died is suicide of suicides to believe that reason can overwhelm ethnic sentiments in a tribal consciousness of country like Kenya in time of Kenyatta, to foolishly conceive that Kikuyu can assassinate a Kikuyu was Luo foolishness of that particular century, it is Mboya who bought the gun that shot him dead, it is Mboya who bankrolled his own assassin he brought to the world political suicide of the century.
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Algeria a rich land poor people, Angola seems to have kings, Benin is blessed with voodoo, Botswana blood bulls diamonds, Burkina Faso can't cope coups, Burundi twelve years a slave, Cape Verde has half a million, Cameroon got cocoa, Chad's lake is shrinking, Comoros has under a million, DRC is third largest, Congo is it's neighbour with capitals facing, Côte d'Ivoire has few elephants, Djibouti's on the horn, Egypt has mummy's, Equatorial guinea struck oil in 95 but didn't loose change, Eritrea has 5000 running annually, Ethiopia's great rift is pretty ****** Gabon is subject to black gold, Gambia got a peace of it after 65, Great Ghana oasis of peace, Guinea is diverse, Bissau too, Kenyans have beautiful smiles, Lesotho is SA's baby, Liberia oldest republic, Libya needs liberty, Madagascar where are the penguins! Malawi has warm hearts, Mali is 8th, Mauritania is 11th, Mauritius marvel, Morocco fine leather, Mozambique keeps the dugongs, Namibia Windhoek ah, Niger after a river, Nigeria makes zuma rock, Rwanda listen, Sao tome and principe 2nd smallest, Senegoals, She sells Seychelles, Sierra Leone free? Somalia loose, S. Africa reign, South Sudan independent? Sudan - black, Swaziland more than solo men, Tanzania trade, Togo up down, Two knees yeah, Uganda teacher come simeon, Zambia's peace? Zimbabwe got rid of Mugabe. Always thought zed was co.za but we're actually co.zm, so what's zim? One way we'll loose change is when the overseers begin to acknowledge the under looked. -nyanta
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Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
nyant
AFRICA
Algeria a rich land poor people, Angola seems to have kings, Benin is blessed with voodoo, Botswana blood bulls diamonds, Burkina Faso can't cope coups, Burundi twelve years a slave, Cape Verde has half a million, Cameroon got cocoa, Chad's lake is shrinking, Comoros has under a million, DRC is third largest, Congo is it's neighbour with capitals facing, Côte d'Ivoire has few elephants, Djibouti's on the horn, Egypt has mummy's, Equatorial guinea struck oil in 95 but didn't loose change, Eritrea has 5000 running annually, Ethiopia's great rift is pretty ****** Gabon is subject to black gold, Gambia got a peace of it after 65, Great Ghana oasis of peace, Guinea is diverse, Bissau too, Kenyans have beautiful smiles, Lesotho is SA's baby, Liberia oldest republic, Libya needs liberty, Madagascar where are the penguins! Malawi has warm hearts, Mali is 8th, Mauritania is 11th, Mauritius marvel, Morocco fine leather, Mozambique keeps the dugongs, Namibia Windhoek ah, Niger after a river, Nigeria makes zuma rock, Rwanda listen, Sao tome and principe 2nd smallest, Senegoals, She sells Seychelles, Sierra Leone free? Somalia loose, S. Africa reign, South Sudan independent? Sudan - black, Swaziland more than solo men, Tanzania trade, Togo up down, Two knees yeah, Uganda teacher come simeon, Zambia's peace? Zimbabwe got rid of Mugabe. Always thought zed was co.za but we're actually co.zm, so what's zim? One way we'll loose change is when the overseers begin to acknowledge the under looked. -nyanta
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Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa What's in Africa? What's there to see? I asked myself on the New Year's eve I thought that I was good in geography But I didn't know Lagos or Nairobi I might be ignorant, I have to admit About Africa I knew just a little bit The great Sahara - sands of mystery! The Nile river - so much history! Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Namibia, Nigeria, Niger, Angola, Algeria Burundi, Benin and Libya, Lesotho and Liberia Burkina-Faso, Botswana, Guinea-Bissau, Ghana Djibouti, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Uganda, Rwanda, Gambia I saw a film on Serengeti Park A one of a kind, a must-see landmark I watched a documentary on pyramids of Giza They're much much older than Mona Lisa I heard that oldest coffee plants Take their roots in Ethiopia's land And that samba, rumba, funk and jazz Take their beats from African drums Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa Cameroon and Congo, Malawi, Mali, Morocco Côte d'Ivoire and Kenya, Mauritius, Mauritania Tunisia, Tanzania, Eswatini, Eritrea Sudan, Senegal, Somalia, Sierra Leone, South Sudan You can travel around cities of Africa Like Cape Town, Cairo or Casablanca If you're in love or plan to be Go to Zanzibar, feel that ocean breeze! Climb up mount Kilimanjaro Watch the zebras cross the Masai Mara If you're adventurous, you're a dreamer Take a wild trip down Zambezi river Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Comoros, Chad, Cabo Verde, Democratic Republic of Congo Ethiopia, Egypt, Guinea, Gabon, Equatorial Guinea and Togo Madagascar, Mozambique, Central African Republic Sao Tome and Principe, South Africa and Seychelles Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland, I'm on my way to Africa!
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May 3, 2022
May 3, 2022 at 7:33 PM UTC
aidar-omar
Africa is Beautiful
Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa What's in Africa? What's there to see? I asked myself on the New Year's eve I thought that I was good in geography But I didn't know Lagos or Nairobi I might be ignorant, I have to admit About Africa I knew just a little bit The great Sahara - sands of mystery! The Nile river - so much history! Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Namibia, Nigeria, Niger, Angola, Algeria Burundi, Benin and Libya, Lesotho and Liberia Burkina-Faso, Botswana, Guinea-Bissau, Ghana Djibouti, Zimbabwe, Zambia, Uganda, Rwanda, Gambia I saw a film on Serengeti Park A one of a kind, a must-see landmark I watched a documentary on pyramids of Giza They're much much older than Mona Lisa I heard that oldest coffee plants Take their roots in Ethiopia's land And that samba, rumba, funk and jazz Take their beats from African drums Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of love this is Africa Cameroon and Congo, Malawi, Mali, Morocco Côte d'Ivoire and Kenya, Mauritius, Mauritania Tunisia, Tanzania, Eswatini, Eritrea Sudan, Senegal, Somalia, Sierra Leone, South Sudan You can travel around cities of Africa Like Cape Town, Cairo or Casablanca If you're in love or plan to be Go to Zanzibar, feel that ocean breeze! Climb up mount Kilimanjaro Watch the zebras cross the Masai Mara If you're adventurous, you're a dreamer Take a wild trip down Zambezi river Africa is magical and magical is usual in Africa Continental wonderland of joy this is Africa Comoros, Chad, Cabo Verde, Democratic Republic of Congo Ethiopia, Egypt, Guinea, Gabon, Equatorial Guinea and Togo Madagascar, Mozambique, Central African Republic Sao Tome and Principe, South Africa and Seychelles Africa is beautiful and beautiful is usual in Africa Continental wonderland, I'm on my way to Africa!
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Melting madness and shimmering isles The bubble-gum boils in drug pedophiles Let's teach the East to love Western style We come in with strap-on's and pillage with smiles The rest of the world watches their watches People keep saying we're at hour eleven We're changing the design on our gold lockets From a heart to a blackjack, Seven Seven Seven! The college boys assure you that they know the lyrics And the meanings behind them for they've been enlightened They swarm out like locusts and pretentiously parrot Verbatim the textbooks they read when they're frightened That they'll die with nothing to show for their efforts They want everyone else in the world to remember That they did exist on some scale of importance Even though we're just spun yarn of grass, dirt and oceans Intelligence streams the consciousness seeds and conscientious objectors it seems So pardon me for the fallacy of pardoning tyrannical dictator queens It seems these days to be discovered you need to cheat on your spouse or your lover You'd think that with all the war crimes we've seen we would have hung at least one or the other We've got two parties, so pick one or scram! (Look at them squirm as fast as they can!) They're starting to think for themselves again! Quick, strangle the market and feed this man Acid and bath salts and give him some tear gas and send him on in to disarm the smear traps And **** everyone so we'll jump to conclusion with no where to turn, the final solution! I'm drunk again and we're falling in, the shoreline is riddled with explosions We don't speak of the war, we have no comment, we're almost out of original content We're frantically searching for a brand new contest to prove that our nation is still the best Whether you're China, Russia, Israel, Pakistan, the U.K., or India, the U.S. or Japan Let's take all the gangbanging **** out of Oakland and drop them in to the Atlantic Ocean Or better yet, set them loose in Uganda, let's see how long they last in Rwanda. I'm done with religion and socialized medicine, this aristocracy of pull and deception So for once in our lifetimes, let's seek a vision, because God knows people can't make ******* decisions.
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Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 4:20 AM UTC
ryan-bowdish
The Other Half Of The World Raps
Melting madness and shimmering isles The bubble-gum boils in drug pedophiles Let's teach the East to love Western style We come in with strap-on's and pillage with smiles The rest of the world watches their watches People keep saying we're at hour eleven We're changing the design on our gold lockets From a heart to a blackjack, Seven Seven Seven! The college boys assure you that they know the lyrics And the meanings behind them for they've been enlightened They swarm out like locusts and pretentiously parrot Verbatim the textbooks they read when they're frightened That they'll die with nothing to show for their efforts They want everyone else in the world to remember That they did exist on some scale of importance Even though we're just spun yarn of grass, dirt and oceans Intelligence streams the consciousness seeds and conscientious objectors it seems So pardon me for the fallacy of pardoning tyrannical dictator queens It seems these days to be discovered you need to cheat on your spouse or your lover You'd think that with all the war crimes we've seen we would have hung at least one or the other We've got two parties, so pick one or scram! (Look at them squirm as fast as they can!) They're starting to think for themselves again! Quick, strangle the market and feed this man Acid and bath salts and give him some tear gas and send him on in to disarm the smear traps And **** everyone so we'll jump to conclusion with no where to turn, the final solution! I'm drunk again and we're falling in, the shoreline is riddled with explosions We don't speak of the war, we have no comment, we're almost out of original content We're frantically searching for a brand new contest to prove that our nation is still the best Whether you're China, Russia, Israel, Pakistan, the U.K., or India, the U.S. or Japan Let's take all the gangbanging **** out of Oakland and drop them in to the Atlantic Ocean Or better yet, set them loose in Uganda, let's see how long they last in Rwanda. I'm done with religion and socialized medicine, this aristocracy of pull and deception So for once in our lifetimes, let's seek a vision, because God knows people can't make ******* decisions.
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Oh benevolent One, One who loves us as all over the World People Suffer. *Today in Uganda women who show any signs of being gay are repeatedly ***** by soldiers* Is that Love? Lord you omnipotent force... A force which sits by as wars destroy People and Places Up to this day 162,400 innocent people have died in the Syrian Uprising Is that what you do with Power? Mighty omnipresent God, A God which sips on wine in heaven, While children die due to lack of water... 4000 children die every day, because they simply don’t have access to an adequate supply of clean water How can you just Watch? So All Mighty One, You are no God in my eyes. If there is a heaven, I'd rather rot in hell, Than look that God in the eye...
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
forgotten-dreams
God...What God?
Oh benevolent One, One who loves us as all over the World People Suffer. *Today in Uganda women who show any signs of being gay are repeatedly ***** by soldiers* Is that Love? Lord you omnipotent force... A force which sits by as wars destroy People and Places Up to this day 162,400 innocent people have died in the Syrian Uprising Is that what you do with Power? Mighty omnipresent God, A God which sips on wine in heaven, While children die due to lack of water... 4000 children die every day, because they simply don’t have access to an adequate supply of clean water How can you just Watch? So All Mighty One, You are no God in my eyes. If there is a heaven, I'd rather rot in hell, Than look that God in the eye...
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Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow because even today I still arrive. Look deeply: I arrive in every second to be a bud on a spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile, learning to sing in my new nest, to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower, to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone. I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry, in order to fear and to hope. The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that are alive. I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river, and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time to eat the mayfly. I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond, and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silence, feeds itself on the frog. I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks, and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda. I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat, who throws herself into the ocean after being ***** by a sea pirate, and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving. I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands, and I am the man who has to pay his "debt of blood" to, my people, dying slowly in a forced labor camp. My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom in all walks of life. My pain is like a river of tears, so full it fills the four oceans. Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and laughs at once, so I can see that my joy and pain are one. Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up, and so the door of my heart can be left open, the door of compassion. Thich Nhat Hanh
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Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 8:14 PM UTC
kmae
Call Me by My True Names by Thich Nhat Hanh
Do not say that I'll depart tomorrow because even today I still arrive. Look deeply: I arrive in every second to be a bud on a spring branch, to be a tiny bird, with wings still fragile, learning to sing in my new nest, to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower, to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone. I still arrive, in order to laugh and to cry, in order to fear and to hope. The rhythm of my heart is the birth and death of all that are alive. I am the mayfly metamorphosing on the surface of the river, and I am the bird which, when spring comes, arrives in time to eat the mayfly. I am the frog swimming happily in the clear pond, and I am also the grass-snake who, approaching in silence, feeds itself on the frog. I am the child in Uganda, all skin and bones, my legs as thin as bamboo sticks, and I am the arms merchant, selling deadly weapons to Uganda. I am the twelve-year-old girl, refugee on a small boat, who throws herself into the ocean after being ***** by a sea pirate, and I am the pirate, my heart not yet capable of seeing and loving. I am a member of the politburo, with plenty of power in my hands, and I am the man who has to pay his "debt of blood" to, my people, dying slowly in a forced labor camp. My joy is like spring, so warm it makes flowers bloom in all walks of life. My pain is like a river of tears, so full it fills the four oceans. Please call me by my true names, so I can hear all my cries and laughs at once, so I can see that my joy and pain are one. Please call me by my true names, so I can wake up, and so the door of my heart can be left open, the door of compassion. Thich Nhat Hanh
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I will miss Uganda The people that made us feel most welcome That helped us learn as part of the team I will miss the sunshine Even the downpours and storms that stunned us And the dryness of earth that dusted our skin I will miss the hilltop views That look upon the cityscape of hectic humanity And roads filled with the danger of boda-bodas and matatus I will miss the expectation of casual tardiness Of moving like there’s no rush No better place to be so why hurry I will miss the adventure of discovering new places Of eating new things with new people And sharing stories of varied past I will miss Uganda and it says it misses me But as long as I remember I wont need to miss the memories
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 10:07 AM UTC
macstoire
Missing Uganda
I will miss Uganda The people that made us feel most welcome That helped us learn as part of the team I will miss the sunshine Even the downpours and storms that stunned us And the dryness of earth that dusted our skin I will miss the hilltop views That look upon the cityscape of hectic humanity And roads filled with the danger of boda-bodas and matatus I will miss the expectation of casual tardiness Of moving like there’s no rush No better place to be so why hurry I will miss the adventure of discovering new places Of eating new things with new people And sharing stories of varied past I will miss Uganda and it says it misses me But as long as I remember I wont need to miss the memories
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Do you see what I see? Do you see the children in the streets? Living on the streets With no father or mother? Do you see what I see? Do you see the poverty and hunger and illness Rampant And the people, not Westerners, but the fellow countrymen And women In India and Congo and Uganda and Afghanistan That work to put an end To the injustice Do you see the what I see? The world With glimpses of its entirety Beyond the shallow bubble of existence In a land of milk and honey and comfort That hides its own injustices In a closet where nobody wants to look And everyone knows of But almost everyone ignores And in amongst that hypocrisy Do you see the people Speaking out And fighting for you to see What they see Do you see the people Reaching out to those in need In their families and their communities Out of compassion People who understand Really understand What it is to love Because they choose love In the face of apathy Ignorance Materialism and Individualism That is what I see When I look outside my window Is this what you see?
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Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 1:30 PM UTC
child-of-the-word
Do you see what I see?
Do you see what I see? Do you see the children in the streets? Living on the streets With no father or mother? Do you see what I see? Do you see the poverty and hunger and illness Rampant And the people, not Westerners, but the fellow countrymen And women In India and Congo and Uganda and Afghanistan That work to put an end To the injustice Do you see the what I see? The world With glimpses of its entirety Beyond the shallow bubble of existence In a land of milk and honey and comfort That hides its own injustices In a closet where nobody wants to look And everyone knows of But almost everyone ignores And in amongst that hypocrisy Do you see the people Speaking out And fighting for you to see What they see Do you see the people Reaching out to those in need In their families and their communities Out of compassion People who understand Really understand What it is to love Because they choose love In the face of apathy Ignorance Materialism and Individualism That is what I see When I look outside my window Is this what you see?
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They show me vast expanse of virginal lands. They tell me words like breathtaking and lush. They gaze at dusty trees and sprawling sands. They point and gasp and they hum and they hush. They show me all of Uganda at once, Holding the globe in their palm and their whim; They capture it with their drones, blazing guns, Riding jeeps that cut jungles to a trim. Their mirrors shine brighter than all the suns They show me with praise and awe to the brim. They rant about how clean, and how unbound, How pure, as they yell and laugh and drop their Trash, but not their attitudes, to the ground. They cut through grass and leave cracks in their wake. They screen their footage and their findings on Flat-screens and talk of wonder and splendour, Five-stars in forests and lights blinding on, Massacring on hot days in December.
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Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
crepuscule
Explorer
They show me vast expanse of virginal lands. They tell me words like breathtaking and lush. They gaze at dusty trees and sprawling sands. They point and gasp and they hum and they hush. They show me all of Uganda at once, Holding the globe in their palm and their whim; They capture it with their drones, blazing guns, Riding jeeps that cut jungles to a trim. Their mirrors shine brighter than all the suns They show me with praise and awe to the brim. They rant about how clean, and how unbound, How pure, as they yell and laugh and drop their Trash, but not their attitudes, to the ground. They cut through grass and leave cracks in their wake. They screen their footage and their findings on Flat-screens and talk of wonder and splendour, Five-stars in forests and lights blinding on, Massacring on hot days in December.
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*I suddenly don't know who my friends are anymore But I know who has never been,isn't and never will You're not my friend if you think our whimpers propaganda You're not my friend if you're not in support of a proper Uganda You're not my friend if you opposed our struggle till its seemingly dead end You're not my friend if you think we shouldn't grieve You're not my friend if in yellow rule you still believe you're not my friend if you're still blinded even after so many are hurt and lives ended you're not my friend if you sung a song in praise of he who won't our teacher's salary raise you're not my friend if I reminded you of the Hospital and you said them sick suffer for the love of free things with no remorse at all you're not my friend if you've stuck to his support simply because he fills your wallet while the rest are emptied, you're not my friend if in this sad time you feel relief you're not my friend if you forgot about the *** holes the uncertainty that characterises the air all over the country, you're not my friend if in your heart melancholy isn't,the despair you're not my friend if you don't mind the pauper on the street the emptiness of our capital competing with that in our hearts you're not my friend if you don't think it badly hurts you're not my friend if as long as your Porsche you drive you don't mind about the state of a country whether your neighbour's child is dead or alive you're are not my friend if everything you wish for you have and you don't give a **** if others starve you're not my friend if you're contented with the shaky epicentre forgetting that when the centre is shaky things fall apart you're not my friend even if the politics ended for my friend you weren't right from the start you're not my friend if you've played part in steering us to a wrong course against the pleas and cries of the despairing concourse you're not my friend if you're the reason country man lies in a casket in exchange for a piece of the national cake in your basket you're not my friend if you believe in steady progress even if you're my brother,whilst rest of the country lies in regrets you're not my friend if you are against the people's choice for the people's choice is the people's voice You're not my friend if your government military deploys dubbing the shout of our plight unnecessary noise You're not my friend if you're smiling while we cry in darkness as sunshine lights your home for you own our sky you're not my friend if you forgot about those studying under a tree you're not my friend if you still think we're free You're my enemy if you're an enemy to my friend You've wounded this nation by standing by the olden trend you're an enemy to the state and so you're my enemy you're not my friend, for God and my country you're not my friend and that I will never forget traitor no,I will remember through every January to December I will remember even after you forget,centuries later*
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 1:51 AM UTC
ignatius-hosiana
THE CRY OF A PATRIOT
*I suddenly don't know who my friends are anymore But I know who has never been,isn't and never will You're not my friend if you think our whimpers propaganda You're not my friend if you're not in support of a proper Uganda You're not my friend if you opposed our struggle till its seemingly dead end You're not my friend if you think we shouldn't grieve You're not my friend if in yellow rule you still believe you're not my friend if you're still blinded even after so many are hurt and lives ended you're not my friend if you sung a song in praise of he who won't our teacher's salary raise you're not my friend if I reminded you of the Hospital and you said them sick suffer for the love of free things with no remorse at all you're not my friend if you've stuck to his support simply because he fills your wallet while the rest are emptied, you're not my friend if in this sad time you feel relief you're not my friend if you forgot about the *** holes the uncertainty that characterises the air all over the country, you're not my friend if in your heart melancholy isn't,the despair you're not my friend if you don't mind the pauper on the street the emptiness of our capital competing with that in our hearts you're not my friend if you don't think it badly hurts you're not my friend if as long as your Porsche you drive you don't mind about the state of a country whether your neighbour's child is dead or alive you're are not my friend if everything you wish for you have and you don't give a **** if others starve you're not my friend if you're contented with the shaky epicentre forgetting that when the centre is shaky things fall apart you're not my friend even if the politics ended for my friend you weren't right from the start you're not my friend if you've played part in steering us to a wrong course against the pleas and cries of the despairing concourse you're not my friend if you're the reason country man lies in a casket in exchange for a piece of the national cake in your basket you're not my friend if you believe in steady progress even if you're my brother,whilst rest of the country lies in regrets you're not my friend if you are against the people's choice for the people's choice is the people's voice You're not my friend if your government military deploys dubbing the shout of our plight unnecessary noise You're not my friend if you're smiling while we cry in darkness as sunshine lights your home for you own our sky you're not my friend if you forgot about those studying under a tree you're not my friend if you still think we're free You're my enemy if you're an enemy to my friend You've wounded this nation by standing by the olden trend you're an enemy to the state and so you're my enemy you're not my friend, for God and my country you're not my friend and that I will never forget traitor no,I will remember through every January to December I will remember even after you forget,centuries later*
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bracelet of leather with beads of green, white, and red stretched out perfectly
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 1:56 AM UTC
frivolous
jewels from uganda
bracelet of leather with beads of green, white, and red stretched out perfectly
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"I always wanted to wander." "To wander? To where?" "From Walla Walla to Uganda." "That's a wide world to wander!" "You wanna?" "Wanna what?" "To wander?" "To where, Uganda?" "Youbetcha!" "I don't want to onomatopoeia anymore!" "Are you refusing me?" "You're confusing me!" "Do I do that usually?" "Yes, and it's abusing me! "I didn't used to be." "But you see it's no use to me, So start talking lucidly! You're coming across abstrusely By talking so loosely. You've got a lot of 'splaining to do Lucy." "It started out grand!" "But quickly got out of hand." "But you fail to understand." "You should have planned." "Is that a reprimand?" "You're like the ampersand." "I don't understand." "It means 'and per se and'; The pronunciation became bland And three Latin words became 'ampersand'." "But, don't you need a vacation?" "What is the relation?" "It's a matter of pronunciation, And sometimes punctuation. Some words deserve elimination. Yes, and some deserve illumination. Thus my original illustration. In the interest of communication, Some things deserve enunciation." "I will accept that explanation." "But, I'm still hugely fond of The two of us going to Uganda; As we internationally wander I'm sure it will make you fonder The more the two of us wander." "But I really don't wanna!" "Don't wanna what?" "Go to Uganda!" "That's what you don't wanna?" "You betcha!" "It's okay. They probably won't letcha."
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Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 1:08 PM UTC
brent-kincaid
DISCUSSION
"I always wanted to wander." "To wander? To where?" "From Walla Walla to Uganda." "That's a wide world to wander!" "You wanna?" "Wanna what?" "To wander?" "To where, Uganda?" "Youbetcha!" "I don't want to onomatopoeia anymore!" "Are you refusing me?" "You're confusing me!" "Do I do that usually?" "Yes, and it's abusing me! "I didn't used to be." "But you see it's no use to me, So start talking lucidly! You're coming across abstrusely By talking so loosely. You've got a lot of 'splaining to do Lucy." "It started out grand!" "But quickly got out of hand." "But you fail to understand." "You should have planned." "Is that a reprimand?" "You're like the ampersand." "I don't understand." "It means 'and per se and'; The pronunciation became bland And three Latin words became 'ampersand'." "But, don't you need a vacation?" "What is the relation?" "It's a matter of pronunciation, And sometimes punctuation. Some words deserve elimination. Yes, and some deserve illumination. Thus my original illustration. In the interest of communication, Some things deserve enunciation." "I will accept that explanation." "But, I'm still hugely fond of The two of us going to Uganda; As we internationally wander I'm sure it will make you fonder The more the two of us wander." "But I really don't wanna!" "Don't wanna what?" "Go to Uganda!" "That's what you don't wanna?" "You betcha!" "It's okay. They probably won't letcha."
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Beturikeš sleep in the middle of Germany. USS, Romania, Serbia, C. Using Maccaro Maguinda. Green Turkish Arabic Italian Export Marks Marcus Germany Roman legends are amino acids. 1 edition of "Beritania'amino Nā'akika -'amino Nā'akika ... which, to see Nikki, Pompey, Ram Lambinue Mont Blanc NJAC (Mont Blanc), Tiripolisa, United States, Brazil, China, Hawaii, United States "In Somalia, United States of America, Romania, Serbia, Romania, sad, knowing in the USA, Diego has lost the wall," meaning "landlords are Arab, Arabic Arno'ōma'oma'o , German, Thai, Italian लौरा LGBQLig Rich Roman Mount Cay England, United Kingdom, Romania, Science NJAC sufficiency, 11 new cases in my new Mont Blanc, Luembanii Hawaii American Tripoli Brazil, Uganda, Romania, Spain, Riya, Somalia, November, Switzerland, Germany, and now it is an adult man acid , Nā'akika D. was unhappy, sound United States, and Romania Purgatininigi -... "This popular Christian Democratic International, United Nations General Assembly, United States Marinca, Romania, Serbia, Roman race. Mango Mango lamp. Green Apap, Arno, Albanian, German, one Italian लौड़ा बक Light, Real Estate in Thai. In the Roman Empire I Pelekāne'amino nā'akika lock in the UK, "no idea" Hey, Romania, Luembinnogo Mont Blanc Custom NJAC (Mont Blanc), Brazil, United States Tripoli China, Hawaii, Uganda, Romania, Spain, Italy, Somalia , November 11th ... - Laws Act, Germany, Law on Germany, Now A Man, 'Amino Dictionary D. On the contrary, a spokesman for the Roman Latin America, the former Romanian-American ... even "Christian" has never been a Christian.
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Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
johnny-noiπ
Miss Roman Universe
Beturikeš sleep in the middle of Germany. USS, Romania, Serbia, C. Using Maccaro Maguinda. Green Turkish Arabic Italian Export Marks Marcus Germany Roman legends are amino acids. 1 edition of "Beritania'amino Nā'akika -'amino Nā'akika ... which, to see Nikki, Pompey, Ram Lambinue Mont Blanc NJAC (Mont Blanc), Tiripolisa, United States, Brazil, China, Hawaii, United States "In Somalia, United States of America, Romania, Serbia, Romania, sad, knowing in the USA, Diego has lost the wall," meaning "landlords are Arab, Arabic Arno'ōma'oma'o , German, Thai, Italian लौरा LGBQLig Rich Roman Mount Cay England, United Kingdom, Romania, Science NJAC sufficiency, 11 new cases in my new Mont Blanc, Luembanii Hawaii American Tripoli Brazil, Uganda, Romania, Spain, Riya, Somalia, November, Switzerland, Germany, and now it is an adult man acid , Nā'akika D. was unhappy, sound United States, and Romania Purgatininigi -... "This popular Christian Democratic International, United Nations General Assembly, United States Marinca, Romania, Serbia, Roman race. Mango Mango lamp. Green Apap, Arno, Albanian, German, one Italian लौड़ा बक Light, Real Estate in Thai. In the Roman Empire I Pelekāne'amino nā'akika lock in the UK, "no idea" Hey, Romania, Luembinnogo Mont Blanc Custom NJAC (Mont Blanc), Brazil, United States Tripoli China, Hawaii, Uganda, Romania, Spain, Italy, Somalia , November 11th ... - Laws Act, Germany, Law on Germany, Now A Man, 'Amino Dictionary D. On the contrary, a spokesman for the Roman Latin America, the former Romanian-American ... even "Christian" has never been a Christian.
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The Sixteen Sacred Palm-Nuts of Yoruba all enclosed in my fists, ready to spread holiness in Uganda and Baja California. I slept last night at the beach after a long hike down the Sierra Madres. (The Blackhawks were facing the kings of the western region tribe of Tongva, and if I were to be a spectator the privileged white male would win: so I didn't want to sin). No more. I went to Rent-A-Whore, that sunny afternoon. To my surprise it was stationed at the shore. Those were my goon days when I followed the guru      Long hair, beaded necklaces, and silk indigenous shirts from Nayarit. Just to **** Hunab Ku For you.
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC
geovanni-alfaro
AND NOW SOMETHING GREATER THAN SOLOMON IS HERE
The Sixteen Sacred Palm-Nuts of Yoruba all enclosed in my fists, ready to spread holiness in Uganda and Baja California. I slept last night at the beach after a long hike down the Sierra Madres. (The Blackhawks were facing the kings of the western region tribe of Tongva, and if I were to be a spectator the privileged white male would win: so I didn't want to sin). No more. I went to Rent-A-Whore, that sunny afternoon. To my surprise it was stationed at the shore. Those were my goon days when I followed the guru      Long hair, beaded necklaces, and silk indigenous shirts from Nayarit. Just to **** Hunab Ku For you.
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Under the unforgiving summer sun, their small, winged bodies hover from one flowering plant to another, working tirelessly in the sweltering heat as we laze in the shade... Their work is endless, the product harvested in minutes. Smoked into a stupor while we steal their treasures, and if some of them die, so be it... Melissa, Queen of Bees, revered before by human royalty and great innovators, Melissa, Queen of Bees, who connects life and death, whose children killed the demon Arunasura in India, and were prophets to the gods in Greece and Rome. Melissa, Queen of Bees, her bees fell from the sun in Egypt, aided the first living man in Uganda, and created man from the back of a mantis in the Kalahari Desert. Melissa, Queen of Bees, her children are the origin of magic in Eastern Europe, a source of fertility and a connection to nature in North America, and fierce, terrifying warriors in the South. Melissa, Queen of Bees, the Great Mother, the root of being, the bridge to the afterlife, we owe her children our lives, the least we can do is spare them their's.
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC
emily-miller-1
Melissa, Queen of Bees
Under the unforgiving summer sun, their small, winged bodies hover from one flowering plant to another, working tirelessly in the sweltering heat as we laze in the shade... Their work is endless, the product harvested in minutes. Smoked into a stupor while we steal their treasures, and if some of them die, so be it... Melissa, Queen of Bees, revered before by human royalty and great innovators, Melissa, Queen of Bees, who connects life and death, whose children killed the demon Arunasura in India, and were prophets to the gods in Greece and Rome. Melissa, Queen of Bees, her bees fell from the sun in Egypt, aided the first living man in Uganda, and created man from the back of a mantis in the Kalahari Desert. Melissa, Queen of Bees, her children are the origin of magic in Eastern Europe, a source of fertility and a connection to nature in North America, and fierce, terrifying warriors in the South. Melissa, Queen of Bees, the Great Mother, the root of being, the bridge to the afterlife, we owe her children our lives, the least we can do is spare them their's.
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This is Uganda My motherland My home that I love so much Boom, boom, boom,boom Another prominent leader has been shot dead Who is it? Abiriga, the yellow man Panic here, panic there Some arrests here and there And that’s it He is gone And the killers too are nowhere to be seen This is Uganda Around that time, it’s party here and party there Many of my brothers and sisters have come to the beginning of the end of their time in school and some totally done The graduation has brought well-wishers, relatives, friends and family from different places Happiness is all in the air But for many, the excitement ends there Because months and years after that, they are still hoping to find their first job and the hopes seem to be withering down and getting further like the sun setting at dusk Some have chosen paths totally different from what they studied for The professional doctor is now a trader The one that studied engineering is now a farmer This is Uganda The neighbor’s dogs are feasting on meat, chicken bones or even the chicken itself and maybe some serious Dog food sold in supermarkets but they  slept on empty stomachs the previous night, The mother is the main breadwinner for the husband abandoned them There is very thin hope for a meal the next day Maybe a Good Samaritan will do a miracle But it certainly is not going to be their most immediate neighbor While kids from well-to-do families are picked from the gates of their parents’ homes to go to school and brought back later in the evening, Somewhere in the same age range or slightly older has also woken up to start his/her day With his/her old & ***** sack on the back, held by the neck, he traverses the whole village throughout the day in search for scrap metal, plastics and some metallic cans that ***** hopes to sell off and find a little something to buy some food and also enjoy some ‘luxuries’ like maybe buying a secondhand T-shirt/Dress Imagine that! This is Uganda We pay for justice Some pay to deny other justice And that’s the way it is A police officer will ask you for a bribe openly with no shame And that’s the order of the day Disguised as a small token for ‘Ka-soda’ or ‘Ka-lunch’ This is Uganda
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Dec 11, 2019
Dec 11, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
emanzi-ian
This Is Uganda
This is Uganda My motherland My home that I love so much Boom, boom, boom,boom Another prominent leader has been shot dead Who is it? Abiriga, the yellow man Panic here, panic there Some arrests here and there And that’s it He is gone And the killers too are nowhere to be seen This is Uganda Around that time, it’s party here and party there Many of my brothers and sisters have come to the beginning of the end of their time in school and some totally done The graduation has brought well-wishers, relatives, friends and family from different places Happiness is all in the air But for many, the excitement ends there Because months and years after that, they are still hoping to find their first job and the hopes seem to be withering down and getting further like the sun setting at dusk Some have chosen paths totally different from what they studied for The professional doctor is now a trader The one that studied engineering is now a farmer This is Uganda The neighbor’s dogs are feasting on meat, chicken bones or even the chicken itself and maybe some serious Dog food sold in supermarkets but they  slept on empty stomachs the previous night, The mother is the main breadwinner for the husband abandoned them There is very thin hope for a meal the next day Maybe a Good Samaritan will do a miracle But it certainly is not going to be their most immediate neighbor While kids from well-to-do families are picked from the gates of their parents’ homes to go to school and brought back later in the evening, Somewhere in the same age range or slightly older has also woken up to start his/her day With his/her old & ***** sack on the back, held by the neck, he traverses the whole village throughout the day in search for scrap metal, plastics and some metallic cans that ***** hopes to sell off and find a little something to buy some food and also enjoy some ‘luxuries’ like maybe buying a secondhand T-shirt/Dress Imagine that! This is Uganda We pay for justice Some pay to deny other justice And that’s the way it is A police officer will ask you for a bribe openly with no shame And that’s the order of the day Disguised as a small token for ‘Ka-soda’ or ‘Ka-lunch’ This is Uganda
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I laughed and dropped my soft panda I needed another good gander No, I was right! It wasn't my sight Bonnie Scotland thrashed Uganda!
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Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 10:42 PM UTC
david-bird
A Thislte Victory
I laughed and dropped my soft panda I needed another good gander No, I was right! It wasn't my sight Bonnie Scotland thrashed Uganda!
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*Ask me about Gulu,ask me about the area associated with instability ask me about one of the farthest towns I was there,and clad in my red gown ask me about clouds,I've seen them thick ask me about whatever, just handpick Karuma falls, their sprays of violence savanna,swamps, what an ambiance it was, how sweet the journey was so secure a town, forget years of wars the people,calm unless fray they must ask me about the cost of living there some of us couldn't dare bear Ask me about Gulu town and I'll say Go and prove,go see for yourself How a town can be secure for sure Go and see definitions of distance go and stop associating it with resistance ask me about straight roads in Africa, straight as a ruler only hills and slopes reminding you they're roads ask me for hell hot sun and the winter cooler ask me about very volatile beads of tropical rain and I'll tell you find it in Gulu,rivers of splash drain ask me about tourist sites and I'll show you the route to take informing you that the adventure to make is to the north of the country if you haven't,I have you might have not realised those are a people with love ask me about places with trees from shrub to pine ask me about Gulu and I'll praise it overtime I saw no skeletons, bullets, no wounds or scars they are only probably left in hearts or healed the night sky dotted with patches of pregnant clouds and stars even nature lives a serene life,the bottle of that history was sealed Ask me for the reasons Uganda is the pearl I've seen most,in the west,the East, now north, for all it's worth I only need to venture the south to astutely say I've seen them all*
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 5:11 AM UTC
ignatius-hosiana
Gulu
*Ask me about Gulu,ask me about the area associated with instability ask me about one of the farthest towns I was there,and clad in my red gown ask me about clouds,I've seen them thick ask me about whatever, just handpick Karuma falls, their sprays of violence savanna,swamps, what an ambiance it was, how sweet the journey was so secure a town, forget years of wars the people,calm unless fray they must ask me about the cost of living there some of us couldn't dare bear Ask me about Gulu town and I'll say Go and prove,go see for yourself How a town can be secure for sure Go and see definitions of distance go and stop associating it with resistance ask me about straight roads in Africa, straight as a ruler only hills and slopes reminding you they're roads ask me for hell hot sun and the winter cooler ask me about very volatile beads of tropical rain and I'll tell you find it in Gulu,rivers of splash drain ask me about tourist sites and I'll show you the route to take informing you that the adventure to make is to the north of the country if you haven't,I have you might have not realised those are a people with love ask me about places with trees from shrub to pine ask me about Gulu and I'll praise it overtime I saw no skeletons, bullets, no wounds or scars they are only probably left in hearts or healed the night sky dotted with patches of pregnant clouds and stars even nature lives a serene life,the bottle of that history was sealed Ask me for the reasons Uganda is the pearl I've seen most,in the west,the East, now north, for all it's worth I only need to venture the south to astutely say I've seen them all*
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