Homeless Boy

I come from nowhere,
yes they say
That I wander like cirrus above their hair
And my feet on ground from a day to a day
With out something under them to care
And all I do I stand closely besides the road
And I let my self wholly in their glare
And I wait for mercy to come from the crowd
From those who know people who walk bare
There I stand slim like a stretched thread
And lay my hands across the air
To let them know I’m the people in need
Of their sympathy, love and pocket share
But all they see in me as they pass by
“Look at that rubbish heaping there”

poem by Asiimwe Simon
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The Raise Of The Silent

We have come all the way from the darkness,
The one wise men call blindness.
With axes, hoes, we are paving the way,
And our hands aren't down until there is a way.
We aren't scared of the lions that roar,
We are the fearless hunters of justice and liberty,
The seekers of equality and humanity:
The quests our old folks failed to complete.

We shall go up in the sky;
We shall dig deep into the ground,
We shall break all the rocks,
We shall go beneath the lakes,
We shall set flames in the wilderness,
We shall bring mountains down.

Steeply the hill we are riding;
Stony the road we are walking
Dark the forest we are hiking
Far the home we shall arrive

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poem by Asiimwe Simon
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