When there is no light
In the mist of the night
They fight
In-spite the fact
In a chain
They feel the pain in-vain
Like the bright lights of North
They will be up at sunlight
It trails like an underground rail
No bail for those who fail
They crawl
Tears fall
Blood tails
Rage beneath the veils
Under the whip
They weep
Unveiling a raging soul
In the soil
They toil
Stumble and tremble
But stay humble
One by one they bundle
In the middle of the muddle
Like a saddle they cradle
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Poem of the Mind
PoetryStraight from East Africa, Uganda, I come to you with fresh creative stories about my life here in the United States. This book is about the reflection of life I have witnessed throughout my past time of living in the United States and also how I w...
