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Abusufyan Kateregga Bogere Poem
They walk among us, wrapped in a quiet that intrigues, in a silence that soothes. We think they’ve always been this way, born under a merciful star, spared from opposing winds. But this peace, you have to listen to it closely: it vibrates like metal hammered a thousand times, it echoes with the memory of blows taken, of wounds stitched raw.
A hundred years of inner war means a hundred years of facing one’s own demons. The fear of never being enough, the doubt lodged like a splinter under the skin, the anger that burns inward and consumes more than any external enemy. It’s a hundred years of painful learning: realizing that forgiveness doesn’t free the other, but frees oneself; that falling matters less than refusing to rise; that the hardest battle is not the one fought against the world, but the one waged in the silence of the heart.
Their peace is a silent victory, a fortress without walls, a light that even darkness respects. It is not made of forgetfulness, but of a soothed memory. It does not deny the cracks; it inhabits them. It no longer fears the storm, for it knows that at the end of turmoil, there is always a washed sky, ready to begin again.
And when their eyes meet yours, what you sense is not the arrogance of invulnerability, but the humility of one who has walked through fire and discovered, deep down, they are unbreakable
Copyright © Abusufyan Kateregga Bogere | Year Posted 2025
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Abusufyan Kateregga Bogere Poem
In Savannah's heart, where wild things play,
A wanderer roamed, lost in a dreamy way.
He searched for wonder, for magic in the air,
And found the Queen, with beauty beyond compare.
Her eyes, like stars, shone bright and fair,
Her touch, like warmth, banished all despair.
The wanderer's heart, once dry and gray,
Now beat with joy, in a brand new way.
But alas, their love was fleeting, brief,
A moment's magic, a lifetime's grief.
The Queen, with heart so pure and kind,
Took the wanderer's heart, and left him blind.
He gazed into the clouds, with tears in his eyes,
And whispered secrets, to the Savannah's sighs.
The wind, it howled, like a mournful sound,
As the wanderer's heart, lay broken, on the ground.
Yet still, he dreams, of the Queen's sweet face,
And searches for her, in a lonely place.
For in her love, he found a fleeting peace,
A moment's joy, that will forever release.
Copyright © Abusufyan Kateregga Bogere | Year Posted 2025
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