As we fancy a sky full of gods, all we need is kindness and harmony next us. Hearts like heaven, the tale of the wounded womb.
Why fight for a piece of nosh? You will pass it out yet.
Telling stories of the great,you can write your history. Please draw out of this violence queue for their sake. I mean, those coming after you.
Can’t keep intact with a bear soul after discovering uncovered truth?
See naked lies in a loom, soon you will have a garment made of your own perjury.
How will you face your creator? How will you explain to him that it was and still is earthly greed?
With fame at stake, you are giving in your soul to a feathery gold call.
Before you sing out your faith, mind the souls outside your class of creed.
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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Giving away a life to wade through the deep waters in search of a life. A life that lost itself to a lifeless pen. I know am not Hemmingway and I won’t write anything like Williams's sonnet. But I have got the gift of three-dimensional coalescing. I mean, that head to hand synergy.
By Fred Musoke4 years ago in Poets
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