Yesterday I Cried

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(Why Men Cry)

I cried for love,

For the women who broke my heart

Because I failed to keep them happy. 

I cried for my mother,

For giving me birth,

I cried for my aunt, 

For showing me life,

A life you live when you lose a loved one.

Aunt Rest In Eternal Freedom. 

I cried for Poets,

Poets who can't write about change.

I cried for Slam poets,

Poets who write poems to create change.

I cried for other poets,

Poets who write poems that choke them.

I cried for my Future Wife,

Because she will birth me children, 

Children who will suffer paying debts they didn't eat their money.

I cried for my unborn children, 

Because their mother 

Will birth them without a warning of how hard Uganda is.

I cried for Ugandans,

Ugandans in Uganda and

Those in Abu Dhabi,  China, Russia and South Africa. 

I cried for Ugandans,

Ugandans in debt,

Ugandans who are living but dead,

Dead because they can't afford a meal.

I cried for students, 

Students who are studying overpriced degrees forgetting that Ugandan jobs are for Chinese and Musevenists.

I cried for the forces,

For torturing writers,

Writers who write what's bothering the nation. 

Then I cried again for everything that I cried for.

© George William Ochago. 

@George The Tired Poet. 

2023.

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