This Harvest Poem by Amos Christopherson Masereka

This Harvest



When I dipped into honey
I forgot it was not mine
I did it many times just as thirstier as I became
I had no other option than to taste and reduce my hunger
I had a belief it would also end as I gotten used
It was sweet and served me right
I have a responsibility to fulfill still
To return what I took
Grabbed, stole and eaten what they thought I ate
But am ending up in fate
To fulfill what in others shoes should be done
I do not feel sorry for the shame this has whetted me
I am now turned bitter with sugar
And sugary with bitter in this sacrifice
For the initial silence I went through
Rectifying her false ideal insinuations
That turns the feast to point direct to the heart
I never assumed to harvest
No matter how should you have loved?

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Amos Christopherson Masereka

Amos Christopherson Masereka

Kyambogho I- Bwera- Kasese- Uganda.
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