okot innocent angeeyo Poems

The feeling has no name
And yet saying, thank you,
Express a bit of it.
I am, and will forever be grateful
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My problem herein is with life,
We use God to get riches, when most if not all,
The Rich are Selfish,
And selfish is Evil.
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Like a fraternity member you care about them,
You plan for safety, and goodness of them all,
Again you think them family even when you have none,
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The line as thin as,
That which is between moles,
Threaded between truths and lies
Which I love and hate at ago
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It never was a word in my vocabulary
It, too was not seen in my sight
Neither did my heart know it
In peoples’ fairy tales I heard of it
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