Timothy Kyaligonza Poems

Born in the sunset region,
Time of the harvest season.
Beyond mountains of the moon, In the cold breeze at noon.
To young African parents,
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Papa, today in light I understand,
Like one been in the dark,
You're stopping me from wailing,
Upon fights with my sisters.
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Cry for me not my little one,
When heavenly gates pave me way.
Like a saint selflessly I have lived.
Served this nation wholesomely,
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