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ASIIMWE SIMON, 24 january 2013

WHO KNEW?

Who knew the little bird would grow wings
And fly over the legendary kings
Now the flying bird in the air swings
His sparkling coloured wings.

Who knew the little bird would learn to sing
Songs of beautiful tunes and rhymes
His had been lamenting ballads
Cursing Maryland plantations
But see how the singing bird sings
Of books, suits and wines.

Who knew the little bird would learn to feel
The sickness, tiredness and coldness
His had been cracking the rocks
With unquestionable willingness.

And who knew the little bird would fear not to perch
Upon every tall tree tops after long search
For which it’s little nest would beautifully hang
It, had been in the dark quiet cave
But see how its young ones come singing
From New York trimmed vegetation.

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ASIIMWE SIMON, 24 january 2013

MIND NOT

Mind not about tomorrow
Let tomorrow worry about you
Sing not the song you sang yesterday
A new one will take you through
You’re this fearless strong flying king
Not the one yesterday they overthrew
And you gotta go flying high with your new wings
No one will tell where you flew
But if you dare stare down at folks sing
You will fall down upon the floor

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ASIIMWE SIMON, 4 february 2012

THE LAMENT OF THE DIVORCED HUSBAND

When you waved to me, Amanda
I liked it in my blindness,
I thought there were many in
Uganda
Far better or in your likeness
Now east, west I wander
Searching your likeness
But I have got none like you,
Amanda
They all lack your liveliness.

When I saw your back fading
away Amanda
With bags balancin’ in your
hands
I felt the whole world in my
hands
And I saw a thousand beauties on
my heels
But in a thousand I have got
none
I have got none like you,
Amanda
And now I curse the road that
took you
And now I curse each day I go
through.

When I saw you piling your things,
Amanda
I didn’t stop a while to recall
the day
The day I told my folks of you
Amanda
And they said it was the most
blessed day
From then words became strong like
a thunder
But you didn’t listen to what
many say
And I swayed in a wind with you,
Amanda
Until on the fateful day
Now alone in the world I wander
Like a cirrus on a clear day
But if only I can see your face,
Amanda,
Before my judgment day,
       I still love you Amanda
       And will always do
      I will always do Amanda
      Until the judgment day.

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ASIIMWE SIMON, 30 january 2012

OH MY LOVE

Oh my love…
You hold my heart with ought falling
You’re the dearest gift from above
That has the best glittering wrapping
And I hid in you so you’re my cave
Where I shelter when the rain is falling

Oh my love….
You have hidden my soul in the safe place
Better off than all other places
And you have said it’s gonna be our palace
Where men live with all pleasures
And we shall make our own race.

Oh my love…
You’re the map I hold in my hands
When hiking through the wildness
And I find a way through strange lands
So you take away my blindness.

Oh my love…
I’m nothing without your love,
I’m something with your arms around me
You’re the second to the one above
Because for he made you live for me

Oh my love…
Every time I lie down to have a nap
I dream of your love stealin’ me
And I see you sittin’ on my lap
Telling me you will never desert me
And I say
darling’, I love you

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ASIIMWE SIMON, 30 january 2012

INJUSTICE

Each of us
got a foot
Yet not all
of us walk
The road is for
the few
Those who
got a shoe

Each of got
a tongue
Yet not all
of us speak
The speaking
is for the few
And for we
are not among

Each of us
got teeth
Yet not all
of us eat
The eating is for the few
For we wash
their hands

Each of us
got a voice
Yet not all
of us sing
The stage is
for the few
The rest we
clap hands

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Other poems: WHO KNEW?, MIND NOT, THE LAMENT OF THE DIVORCED HUSBAND, OH MY LOVE, INJUSTICE,