The Rejected Soul
Our community is a rejected soul
Mothers have hearts with holes
if they don't bury their off springs in latrine halls
in the stomach they murder them as wholes
Now it is a journey with potholes...
Thus, we think conscience is so tall
that's why, we've chosen to fall!
i see our society as a living sole
Each individual with his own wall
the weak have got no angel to call
and the vagabond, no warmth at all
The poor with no faithful pal
and the crippled without a ball
Truth has been taken to shopping malls
kept in the drawers for the moles
Faithful wives compete with whores
for the fathers who line at the street poles
politics, has turned to a busy stall
where lies are on fire like burning coals
and hence our community is gone
poem by Timothy muggaga
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