The art of speaking soul to soul, I wonder how people breastfeed hatred in public. Making my kids go against “hand for hand”, quashing violence as an option.
Rich or poor, we all got the same stake in this world yet some clowns behave like they’ve got the lion’s share. There is nothing like a god among us.
Even those living hand to mouth ought to have the very say with leading economists. Whoa!!! Who are you to sow seeds of distaste?
The feeling of the blade on neck(s) can’t cleanse linen soaked in blood.
Even when you are sinking, you won’t let me get you onto my cruise. Let’s stop hoaxing cause I can’t see the point in all this tomfoolery
Look at me, read the message in my eyes. All they say is peace and love.
About the Creator
Fred Musoke
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.
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