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Arinda Onesmus Poem
BROTHER I SAW BLACK BOARDS…
Brothe,r don’t ask why…
When I linger in a little longer in bed
Just know I saw blackboards
When I seem to have forgotten your ways
Just know I saw blackboards
When my opinion from yours differs ..,
Just know I saw blackboards
When I can’t join in on your drinking spree
Just know I saw blackboards…
When the language I speak is strange to you
Just know I saw blackboards
When to the family gods I sacrifice no more
Forgive me… I saw Black boards
Strange my life is…
Just know I saw blackboards.
Copyright © Arinda Onesmus | Year Posted 2016
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BROTHER YOU LIED TO US…
When we listened to your campaign speech…
We knew we had our own gotten
When we lined up to vote for you
We knew we had ours voted…
When you promised us representation
We our craving whetted
But alas brother you lied to us!!
When you walked on foot on your campaign trail
We knew we had our own found
But when the motorcar allowance was given
You purchased a posh one
Our concerns forgotten…
We hear you attend parliament no more
You speak only to determine your allowance
That now you spot a pot belly
That you hung out at the Serena
Oh brother you lied to us
Yet we knew we had ours voted
Next you come for our votes to solicit
Knock not at my door
For you lied to us.
Copyright © Arinda Onesmus | Year Posted 2016
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THE KILLER IN A WATER POT
In the corner stood the water pot
Standing on a grass ring it held firm
Its inner walls slippery with growing algae
For years it held water
A thirsty lad would run to
Just to quench his thirst
So vital to life but often ignored
That when the cobbler slithered its way into the pot
The intrusion went unnoticed
The killer intruder a home found
When the lads refilled the pot it joyed in the cool
At night it prowled the kitchen
The mice its food became
And indeed in length and size it grew
Its black skin in tandem with the dark pot
A camouflage provided…
All broke loose when the water ran low
A thirst lad dipped his hand into the pot
For a refreshing cup to draw
The startled slither struck at the hand
The venom from the bite strong enough to slay the lad
A glorious day turned gloomy as the boy breathed his last
The hunt was on to kill the killer…
Copyright © Arinda Onesmus | Year Posted 2016
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COURAGE MY FRIEND THE DEVIL WILL DIE
I see your eyes are crimson
And your voice is hoarse
You have lamented far too long, all hope seems lost
No one seems to care about your afflictions...
Yesterday you went to Mulago but doctors were on strike
The other day you couldn’t get your pension because it was never there
But take courage my friend…the devil will die
The corruption will cease and all will be well
The government programs will sail
The roads will be built to last
The teachers will teach their children
What is yours shall be deprived you not
The corrupt shall be tried
And the vice shall cease
All shall be well because we will it to be
Then shall you call me and pat me on the back
For the devil shall be dead and all will be well.
Copyright © Arinda Onesmus | Year Posted 2016
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HOW THEN SHALL YOU REMEMBER ME
As I saunter through this life
Knowing that today I am but tomorrow I shall not be….
I halt and ponder…
How those after me shall remember I was.
That is why I determine to live like a saint
That that is not given me I shall not take
Another man’s property I shall not covet
My life shall be simple and my soul shall not be defiled
That when I stand before my creator my soul shall be pure
If the rest be corrupt I shall not be
You shall remember me by my straight deeds
You shall know that among us dwelt a man pure at heart
A man whose ways could not be corrupted;
A man who truly was righteous,
So when you see me in the world next…
You shall know my place at the table of saints I deserve.
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SAVO
When the rest fought in mockery…
There arose one determined to see through the fight
While the rest to their fate resigned,
He refused to conform,
To begin from zero he determined.
So he could rescue the enclave economy
Not only the economy but the people too
From the dictatorial juntas of then…
A few men he chose and schooled in propaganda
To the jungle they went with guns not enough to go around.
Driven by nothing but patriotism
Their sails filled by the winds of passion
Like any guerilla fighter… hungry he went
By the mercy of the masses he survived
Many a bullet for him took in the Luwero triangle
God bless their benevolent souls.
As the rest mused about his ability to disappear
He knew it was for sheer luck that he survived
He loved the nation that much
He risked all he had so we could get all we have
Savo
God bless your heart.
Copyright © Arinda Onesmus | Year Posted 2016
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THE CURSE HOLDS…
So today I crossed paths with a serpent
In fact not me but my sibling
She was scared out of her wits by it
So me she summoned to face the enemy
With diligence of one summoned to a Biblical duty I responded
After all Jonah was punished for evading such a calling
I shudder at the thought of four days in the bowels of a fish
Armed with a stick and backed by my sibling’s tidings
I approach the corner
Where the enemy lays coiled
Startled at my approach it brings out its head
Then the words of the Holy book come to my mind
That off springs of the woman shall crush the heads of the serpents’ off springs
So I did my part, I crushed the head
The curse indeed holds true...
Hope I shall crush the heads without my heel being bitten
The curse holds true.
Copyright © Arinda Onesmus | Year Posted 2016
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WHEN NEXT WE MEET
To Love but not to tell is but the worst short coming
Ask me not how I know this
For I know it not from tales but from personal agony
The sleepless nights spent writhing in bed….
As all I thought of were the words to say to thee when next we meet
But how those words would flee my mind when we next met
Leaving me no option but to make haste from thee
Taking solace that next we meet I shall not fail me
But we met again and my courage failed me once more.
Am now looking forward to next we meet…
my courage wont fail me then.
Copyright © Arinda Onesmus | Year Posted 2016
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WE WERE NEIGHBOURS
Though my memory fade and my sight become hazy
I shall remember...
None can forget the rumble of the guns
Neither the red skies that hovered over Kabale
Nor the air thick with the smell of gun powder
O forget how you arrived at our door steps
With the little property you had hastily packed
Yes we were neighbors…
We let you in without asking why
We shared our food without knowing your names
We cared not for your names but for your lives
Until you were fed and rested then did we ask the questions
Then did we learn that your own brothers had turned against you
We were dumped by the ghastly betrayal...
We reminisced and sympathized with you
And when it all ended, we celebrated with you
Yes we were neighbors.
Copyright © Arinda Onesmus | Year Posted 2016
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LET ME BE YOUR KNIGHT
My love I know you got him…
Whom his queen he wants you to be
Great shall it be if your king you let him be
But dear wait don’t call it game over yet…
Come heed to what my simple heart offers…
I know you would want to be his to pamper and to spoil
But I say don’t call it game over yet…..
Come let me be your Knight…
That at your beckoning I shall be by your side
That to serve you shall be all my life worth
That to dot you with care I shall even with my last breath
That I shall wear your heart in my armor when I charge the enemy
That you shall be the reason I shan’t die in battle
Copyright © Arinda Onesmus | Year Posted 2016
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