With all these written hymns around, my pen will pass on my voice.
I want to give out all I own before my candle burns out.
Since am not a politician or public serviceman, All I can offer to this globe is poetry.
Just Can’t say am a voice to the voiceless but am adding a tone to the voice of the voiceless. To Me, making the say more audible is far better than taking its lead.
Being of sound mind, I bequeath all my poems to the nation. All my scrap scrolls to the coming generation. All my writing feathers to our heroic statesmen.
Whoever geared violence shouldn’t have even a bit of my writings and no villain should get close to my penning den.
I just want to let you know that writing haikus is what I am and will be the rest of my life.
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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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The day I spread out my wings to fly, It’s the day I realized I could touch the sky. That’s when someone called out my name, they were like “who was there when you needed a shoulder to lean on?” Those moments when deserted wasn’t close to the meaning. The days when trouble came by and nobody dropped by.
By Fred Musoke4 years ago in Poets
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