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Lewis Wamwanda Poem
And It slid to the gutter
Plunging deep in the sewage pipes
One silver coin it was
That made a difference for life
I never got a chance to witness
But the bits of words from pedestrians
Who spoke without caring who heard
Gave me clue to talk about
She, a good Samaritan, tossed a coin
At the empty silver plate
And missed by an inch or so
To the gutter and sewage pipes
He, a mere beggar in town
With filthy dirty and rugged clothes
Demanded for another silver coin
A silver coin she had no intension to part with
She stood shaking
Pedestrians watched and walked
He stood angry
With remorse and anger
She was hit by a stone
He picked a stone from the ground
She fell, never to wake up forever
He stood there, too shocked to move
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Lewis Wamwanda Poem
*WE DIED YESTERDAY*
Like an ox pulling a wagon
Sweating and breathing
Moaning at the load behind
Is our minds, tired and wasted
We believe in making a better tomorrow
And perfecting a remaining today
Forgetting the fight of yesterday
That killed the better half of ours
We claim to be heroes,
Fought and won our freedom
But a lie it is, we fear to face
For yesterday, we fought and died
Freedom is happiness
Happiness is love
Love is for the chosen few
We, the rest, killed by our burdens
We watch silently,
As they kill our remains
We cry tearlessly
For the tears were wasted yesterday
We died yesterday,
As we struggled for freedom
Not seen, not felt
We died yesterday.
*_Lewis Wamwanda_*
*1/15/2019*
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Lewis Wamwanda Poem
I WANT TO WRITE
I want to write
And voice my thoughts
But a problem i have
Know not how to write
I want to write
A letter to my love
A letter of love
But i have know hands
I still want to write
A long letter of expressions
Of happiness and joy
But i got no paper
In this dungeon
Full of rats and filth
Strong dark iron bars
No paper within reach
I want to write a letter
To my wife and children
To apologise for mine deeds
And beg for their mercies
I want to write a letter
Giving reasons to my family
To tell them of the fatefull day
That gave a free ride
To this dungeon of mine
I want to write a letter
But my hands are no more
Beaten by the rocks in the mines
Cut by the pebbles in the mines
I want to write a letter
And warn all out their
To play by their cards
And not fall prey of the blue men
I want to write a letter
But i have no pen
Papers are not available
And the bell has rang
I want to write a letter
But i have to run to parade
And manage to escape a few painful whips
And to lengthen my stay in the world.
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