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Joseph Cimanuka Poem
Half-dead people, hearts turned cold,
Conceived in shadows, in theft enrolled;
Born in crime, in darkness fed,
On stolen wealth their spirits bred.
In a land where corruption wears a crown,
And broken laws are written down—
Where disorder sits in power’s seat…
Who will save this nation from defeat?
Murder and impurity—tradition’s disguise,
Justice crushed before our eyes.
War and killing shape the norm,
Violence taught in every form.
Cruelty carves the human mind,
Greed has left no soul behind.
A war for self, no truth, no light…
Who will rise to end this plight?
Success achieved by fleeing class,
False diplomas made to pass.
Degrees bought with flesh and gold,
Silent scandals, never told.
Wisdom buried under lust,
Education turned to dust.
Truth is sold and conscience chained…
Who will break what binds this land?
Jobs are granted through a name,
Not through merit, skill, or aim.
Power passes hand to hand,
While idle youth across the land
Watch their dreams dissolve in air,
Choked by silence and despair.
Hope grows faint, ambition dies…
Who will hear the young ones’ cries?
Blessings preached for selfish gain,
False prophets feast on others’ pain.
They fleece the flock they claim to guide,
While truth and justice are denied.
The sheep are lost, devoured instead,
Far from green pastures once they led.
Sacred trust is torn apart—
Even the cross now bears a wounded heart…
Who will save this nation from the dark?
Yet hope still breathes beneath the pain,
A quiet spark, a rising flame.
Not kings nor gold will make us free,
But hearts awake to dignity.
When truth is lived and courage stands,
And justice walks across these lands—
The light will rise, the dark will fall…
For we, together, shall save us all.
Copyright © Joseph Cimanuka | Year Posted 2026
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Joseph Cimanuka Poem
Your majesty, our Mwami,
Where is your Mwamihood?
As the greatest hero of our land,
You let our people suffer,
Trading our future in the shadows,
Like a nation lost to darkness.
And so you flee to distant shores,
Abandoning our struggling souls.
Your majesty, our Mwami,
Where is the honor you once knew
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Joseph Cimanuka Poem
O, Death! I curse you,
For you are impolite,
You don't knock before you get in.
Death, where is your pity?
Yesterday, you took my sister;
Today, you snatch my brother;
And tomorrow, you will take me.
Death, how like Samson you are!
Snip-snap, you've taken a zygote;
Snip-snap, you've eaten half-mature flesh;
Snip-snap, you've devoured an adult flesh;
Snip-snap, an old flesh is gone.
Have pity on this little child!
Copyright © Joseph Cimanuka | Year Posted 2026
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Joseph Cimanuka Poem
My mind is heavy like the whole cosmos,
A wonder fills my thoughts about mankind.
From dawn to dusk—on Everest’s peak I stand;
My goal: to watch the world go by,
And jot a memorial note about the last days.
In those days—Carimea will rise against Nrai,
Leading to killing and famine across the world.
Covid and Ebola will spread among nations,
Their names too bitter for lips to mention.
A gender will tie the knot with itself in the open,
Saying, “Adam for Adam, Eve for Eve—no God.”
A man will rise and say,
“Better my daughter than my wife,”
And a woman will say,
“I’d rather lie with my son.”
The old will sit awhile in the barn,
Reflecting on their fading years,
Saying they need hot blood
To warm their cold blood.
A person will trade a family for wealth without shame.
The shepherd will fleece the sheep he claims to guide;
Churches will grow like mushrooms in the rainy season,
For bread-winning—not for saving lost souls.
My mind is heavy like the whole cosmos,
And on Everest’s peak, I stand in pain;
Writing this memorial note, not in vain;
Signing it:
“Conscious Wakener”
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Joseph Cimanuka Poem
P.P.K stands firm with moral sight,
A leader shaping hearts, not punishing;
He guides his people gently toward the right,
From darkened ways to truth awakening.
Do you not know him?—P.P.K his name,
An African whose standards stand above;
Though mocked by those who drown in moral shame,
He answers hate with discipline and love.
They scorn his form—his nose, his fragile frame,
They laugh at what their blinded eyes can see;
Yet still he rises, untouched by their blame,
For strength is found in deep integrity.
Let fools persist—his virtue will not break,
For he remains the best, for justice’ sake.
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Joseph Cimanuka Poem
I am fond of you, Lord,
Yet I despise my neighbor.
I preach your word with delight,
Yet I do not walk in your light.
I meditate daily on your truth,
Yet I remain the same as before.
I dwell within your holy house,
Yet darkness lives in me still.
I walk among fools in comfort,
Yet I cannot guide them in truth.
I promise shelter in the night,
Yet I cannot offer bread by day.
I ask for blessings rich and great,
Yet I give nothing to the least.
I am taught by the Almighty,
Yet I refuse to change my ways.
I claim to love you in my heart—
Yet my life denies your name.
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Joseph Cimanuka Poem
I am fond of you, Lord,
Yet I despise my neighbor.
I preach your word with delight,
Yet I do not walk in your light.
I meditate daily on your truth,
Yet I remain the same as before.
I dwell within your holy house,
Yet darkness lives in me still.
I walk among fools in comfort,
Yet I cannot guide them in truth.
I promise shelter in the night,
Yet I cannot offer bread by day.
I ask for blessings rich and great,
Yet I give nothing to the least.
I am taught by the Almighty,
Yet I refuse to change my ways.
I claim to love you in my heart—
Yet my life denies your name.
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Joseph Cimanuka Poem
There's a voice at the bottom of my mind,
Whispering that life is a book of pages;
That one day, my page will truly turn
Into a better chapter—it will become my turn,
And on its face, I will write: “No pain.”
The same voice tells me again:
Your page may be a laughing stock,
But yet your pain is never in vain;
For one day, you will reign with brain,
And pain will break out of your veins.
It will be your day of blessing, your day of rain,
When people and things will come your way,
And everyone will sing and sing your praise.
Alas! Your turn is truly turning—
Hold on!
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Joseph Cimanuka Poem
My son, my love, my dear,
Be aware of your father's words;
Uni is not the universe—do not confuse
A place where you can float without a fall,
Or where you play Romeo and Juliet.
My son, be aware of your father's words;
Do not drag your future into the flames.
Your father is old, but his words are young.
Uni is a place for knowledge, not games;
Where you go to acknowledge, not to blame.
To open doors to the right universal truth,
And take a pen to write a new verse in faith.
So, do not confuse uni and universe.
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Joseph Cimanuka Poem
There is a day for birth, a day for death,
A day for childhood, a day for age.
A day for marriage, a day for parting,
A day for failure, a day for success.
A day for refusal, a day for embrace—
Nothing is ever truly new.
A day for truth, a day for lies;
A day for setback, a day for rise.
A day for war, a day for peace,
A day to sow, a day to reap.
All of it flows within our lives.
A day for honor, a day for shame;
A day for order, a day for chaos.
A day for sorrow, a day for joy,
A day for healing, a day for pain,
A day for fullness, a day for hunger—
All are woven into our being.
Copyright © Joseph Cimanuka | Year Posted 2026
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