"SLEEP WELL PAPA".

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Sleep well Papa,

It can be called fate,

It can be named nature,

It can be blamed on age.

I can't say anything,

Because my heart hurts.


I can't tell my mind that I am deaf,

I can't tell my eyes to stop,

I can't tell my heart to chill,

I can't tell me to stop grieving.


Why did you do this?,

Why did you leave when we still needed you?.

I know i may be making noise now,

I may be disgusting,

But we needed guidance.

Where will the youth of this era end up?

What happens to your grandchildren?



Sleep well Papa,

I am hurt down below the throat,

My chest is too heavy to hold it,

Allow me to say, 

I am not worthy to inherit anything now,

I am still a lad.



Teso will never forget you Papa,

She will always mourn for you,

She will always attribute you,

She will mourn for you,

She will say Rest In Eternal Peace Papa.


Papa tell me something,

Where will itekok start from?,

What will Ikaribwok do?,

Where will Irarak sleep?,

Who will guide ikomolo?,

Where will inomu stay?,

Who will lead igoria?.



Papa tell me,

What happens if?...

Ikaribwok refuse to go to war again,

Irarak  refuse to gather,

Ikomolo start to curse,

Inomu fail to cure,

Igoria get scared to craft,

And ikatekok fail to meditate.

Will it be the same?



Sleep well Papa,

It can be called fate,

It can be named nature,

It can be blamed on age.

I can't say anything,

Because my heart hurts.


Ojotor ejok Papa,

Toni Bobo ne iwanyunor.


© OCHAGO GEORGE WILLIAM.

 *TIRED POET* 

™ Poets'Association Of Uganda.

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