Rhyme Of Times Poem by Amos Ojwang'

I cannot bear this pain
Yet I can’t get any gain

I’ve set my ears free
Though my eyes can’t see

The ears of my country are broken
And that’s why I can’t get a token

I’m denied all my rights
So I can’t voice all my thoughts

The country seems for gold medal
But not the riders on bicycle’s pedal

I’m now fully destitute
That needs a help of a prostitute

For nowhere seems any way
Since all my desires are no way