Bob Kasiita Poems

Am I walking too swiftly, leaving you behind?
Am I descending into a black void with no guiding light?
Should I embrace the radiance and suppress my fondness for darkness?
Where do dreams find their sanctuary?
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Give me a piece of paper,
I want to write a poem about,
My country, my beloved Uganda.
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I am tired, whispers the policeman,
Tired of poor living conditions,
Tired of inadequate safety measures,
Tired of limited funding and logistics.
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