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Preta Peace Namasaba Poem
In my life, all I need
Is beautiful music
All the sweet melodies
Swaying in the wind
Happy days here
Listening to beautiful music.
I've always lived in my mind
Throwing caution to the wind
Some say I'm lonely
I merely state I'm homely
In my world there's only one thing
Beautiful music.
As the sounds shift
Lingering in the air for a bit second
And they finally fade away
The song keeps playing in my head
I go over that final note
Beautiful music.
Could you please play me a piece?
Though you have no guitar or violin
Just the sound of your voice
Your laugh like a thousand little bells
Is just enough for me
My beautiful music.
Copyright © Preta Peace Namasaba | Year Posted 2020
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Preta Peace Namasaba Poem
I dreamt that we were really free
Like the soaring birds in the air
We were standing under the mango tree
And finally the world was fair
I dreamt that we freely showed our love
We touched and kissed in the gardens
The birds peacefully sang from above
And we didn't share the world's burdens
I only wish dreams came true
We'd have a life where only happiness flows
The sky would always be blue
And we'd never have to face life's blows
But they'll only ever be dreams
We gotta learn to live with guilt
'Cause our forbidden passion's full to the brims
And we'll wonder why the world's so unfairly built...
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Preta Peace Namasaba Poem
Once, a very long time ago
You truly understood our woes
Your youthful energy burned bright
Promising to deliver us from limbo
Indeed, a welcome beacon in the dark
Maybe it was the lesser evil
For surely, the corrupt regime had to go
In crises like those, sacrifices had to be made
So we dutifully turned our backs
And let the blood flow
For a while, you were the ideal leader
Our dear and beloved liberator
The butchery forgotten, tranquility returned
Success for all was certain
The fruits of democracy as we know it
It was all too good to be true
Murmurs of discontent flared
Pertinent questions arose, zero answers came forth
The leader had lost sight of the noble goal
Democracy was a mere mirage
Injustice of all forms is meted out generously
Murder and gore freely roam the streets
Empty pockets stare at us mockingly
Tears stain our cheeks
We call to the government in vain
So here we stand once again
Swearing that the correct regime must go
More than ready to sacrifice
But the blood.Oh God!the blood
Let blood not flow...
Copyright © Preta Peace Namasaba | Year Posted 2020
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