Bonnetvanture T Asiimwe
Bonnetvanture T Asiimwe Poems
|1.||We Should Stay Well And Our Neighbors Also||12/12/2009|
|2.||The Slaughtetred Was Not My Brother||12/12/2009|
|3.||Sip And Go To Sleep||12/12/2009|
|4.||She Was Above||12/12/2009|
|6.||From 1 To 2||12/12/2009|
|8.||Not A Wish||12/12/2009|
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The Slaughtetred Was Not My Brother
Don’t open your mouth to mourn
The drastic death of those riots in town
I have also heard
The mutilations of the stone-hearted honorable,
For the slaughtered wasn’t my brother
The shipwreck at the lake,
And the crush of a groaning bus
With wooden brakes was not my business.
Didn’t it belong to one of those fat men on top?
Did you hear any traffic flies sneeze?
Yes, it happened just outside my hut
And I heard the shrieking and moaning
Of poor innocent mortals drained blood-
Seeing the slow pain of death.
For me, I was just ...