My Lonely Friend
My lonely friend,
he was born a lucky man
on the lucky day,
but he got a bad end!
He called himself great,
the lion of a big head,
hostile and hard.
He used to think alone,
and decide only once,
to prove him self as a big man,
but ended in cry.
My lonely friend,
he was a coward guy,
dictator and mad.
Copyright © Sekitto Kisakye | Year Posted 2007
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