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Mugisho Theophile Poem
Oh Lord, I am selfish but no fish I sell
A true believer I am though I’m an outlaw,
I’m your truant Christian;
Every day, I fear to wake up on knees.
I am a sinner in your eyes, Lord!
Oh Lord, humanitarian I never lose the dream.
Huge work, I hate on a day of Sunday.
On a sunny day, stings I stuck on his path.
As I was passing at church to pray.
Yet, a ream of sins I bore in your beam.
At church, on knees, I sat and stood.
For hugely inferior I humbly trapped him.
Thorns and hurdles, he stood in with no food.
Fearless, asylum with no plum I seek here,
Lord, in your sacred title, hide me as a sinner.
Pardon pour on me profusely, Lord!
Those bleeding inside and outside leave alone.
But still, keep your ears on me here melt in May,
Forget those moaning and yelling for caused groan.
In your castle, Lord, tilts and alms I’ll pay while knelt.
For I am your Christian, my Lord.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2018
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Mugisho Theophile Poem
Kindly, God created humans with luck
In a garden, He placed Adam with martini
Not to live hurdles, but happiness in ton
Gambling, humans weren’t allowed to long
With power, Adam sat on the garden pew
In times God made him Eve, a helper Gemini
To crown him with all possible powers to get
Hence a king, all prerogatives with.
Now Eve causes trees grow thorn
Ongoing suffering roots in Eden go
Cos Eve listened to the Serpent comic
Rays of hope vanished for ever
Over time, Adam has to sweat to eat too
Without hope of returning to Eden window
Now, Adam has lost his crown
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2018
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Mugisho Theophile Poem
All songs a poet can sing,
All masks a poet can wear,
All seasons a poet can live,
And all wars a poet can fight.
Colorless is the mask of a poet.
Nationless is a true poet.
All borders, a true poet will cross;
For mankind and the ecosystem, poets shall defend.
Poets poet their poems for you and me;
They are humans like all of us.
The same sunlight, we sunbathe,
And we marinade the same rain.
True empathic and sympathetic, poets are;
My language, they speak; yours and theirs, they speak too.
Mother nature’s language, they better master and utter,
Because she taught them how to speak the natural language.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2020
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Mugisho Theophile Poem
Together, we can push mountains;
And move them to the sea for everyone to see.
We can plow, sow, harvest, and eat together.
Together, we can shun disunion to scatter peace;
Sow amity in hearts, peace in minds, and peace around us.
We are voiceful; for us and for the voiceless together.
Together, you and I can walk farther;
Farther, we can walk valleys and climb hills.
We are a better team of winners, together.
Together, you and I can sing louder.
Our melodies can attract the land, the sea, and the sky to listen to us carefully;
And on the hill’s top, we will smile and brushoff despairs together.
Poem by Mugisho N. Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2021
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Mugisho Theophile Poem
Today, I climbed a high mountain.
Mountain where I shout my disapproval.
Disapproval of today’s social illnesses.
Illnesses shattering the life on earth.
Earth, our valuable mother.
Our kind mother’s mind’s unhappy today.
Today, days are red and prickly to dismay.
No walks but talks of wounds and worries.
Worries symbolizing contemporary sorrows.
Sorrows as the sun’s been sent off brightness.
Blazing conflicts for misery with societal evils.
Evils of acute and endless sticking on power.
Power of killing your people and feeling a doer.
Happy becoming the almighty guide.
For polygamy and alcohol abuse push wide.
Here and there dangle abuse and corruption.
Corruption and police harassment in evolution.
Harassment causing animosity and nausea.
Disorder, anarchy and negligence for criteria.
In media, tribalism and phobia en vogue.
Tribalism and ostracism feeding conflicts.
Wars predicting our fateful future in shifts.
The future’s now plunked in deep black darkness,
Slaughtering hope and causing death in a mess.
Death buries us all, and evil’s no more comedy.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2018
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Mugisho Theophile Poem
In a lea, he saw a ripe, sagging mango fruitlet
Fruitlet, he decided to approach, touch and pick
Pick a fruitlet whose man he flouted
Flouted owner but he knew he was larceny
Larceny of a fruit, ripe or not, he hit it on ground
Ground with grass or naked, he was no care
No care but should plant his own tree
A tree to kill his strong desire
Desire of harming fruits hanging on a tree
A tree another man planted
Poem by N. Mugisho
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2025
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Mugisho Theophile Poem
Peace, your absence is annoyance.
Annoyance in our hearts and on the land,
On the land, we want to discover you.
You hide yourself in your whereabouts,
Whereabouts preserving your existence.
Peace, your nonappearance is frustrating.
Frustrating, as we ignore where you have gone,
Gone forever out of the land, out of our hearts.
Our hearts madly desire to meet you,
You are needed desperately, peace!
Peace, you are missing in our minds.
Minds dominated by wars and hatred,
Hatred widowing mothers.
Mothers crying for their orphaned children,
Children regretting the killing of biodiversity.
Peace unfound on the land, for gone forever!
Forever, back you’ll relocate among us,
Among us we'll welcome you.
Welcome you as needed for your absence,
Absence causing profound disarray.
Disarray in hearts and on the land. Peace, we need you!
You make us speed to find you, peace!
Poem by Ndabuli Mugisho
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2024
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Mugisho Theophile Poem
In a woman such a man hides;
Alike, He rimes better with She.
More sense, She makes with He.
Because she embeds him;
He always consults she,
To produce clear sound;
And engender one great power in unity.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2022
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Mugisho Theophile Poem
For ages, I used to rear my goats serenely;
Before I invited Mr. Hyena at home.
Green prairie my goats adored around the home.
Peace, the rustics relished too;
But an intolerable mistake I made inviting him.
Peace and life of villagers he happily bothered.
As an approachable and judicious man, he came;
With everyone and every junction to acquaint:
Who did what, who slept where and when, he learned.
To viciously raid all the goats;
Eating some and scarring others.
Distress and insecurity led others to absconding.
As some of our friends, Mr. Hyena behaved.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2022
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Mugisho Theophile Poem
Satan orders Eve to give Adam
For humanity fades; there settles curse
Curse on the land, on parents and generations
Generations are victims of their innocence
Innocence for ignoring their suffering
Hell in Paradise
For Cain kills Abel for jealousy
Jealousy for disgust and endless wars
Wars by colonizers over minerals
Minerals remain uncontrolled
Uncontrolled are the behaviors
Hell in Africa
For a man’s unwillingness to leave power
Power that impedes fair elections
Elections hindered by men of terror
Terror directed to humans and nature
Nature’s destroyed by stained humans
Hell in Central Africa
For no fear to remove rights claimers
Daytime people pitilessly kill others
Bloody is the land, no peace and no food
Life is worthless, there are lots of screams
Killing for power and minerals is blatant
Satan lives in the DR Congo, for that’s hell
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2017
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