GEORGE THE TIRED POET

📸 Shot By Matte Stories. (My Rhapsody Of Change) I am lost in lines,  Where Poetry meets Bigotry.  My Heart bleeds,  As verses set me free. I mint words for free, Because that is where I am free, To tell my grief That stings. No matter, Why would it bother,  If it didn't matter. Tell me, Uuhhm? The street walks, The Police beatings, The anti-corruption movements, The 'political' arrests. Why would it bother, If it didn't matter, To me and them and them, And her with a baby who couldn't see his father. Why would it bother, If it didn't matter To the common man who pays tax, To feed you pax. Hahaha! Treason? For making a walk to Parliament. Isn't it fun to say, Law has left here? I am lost in lines,  Where Poetry meets Bigotry.  My Heart bleeds,  As verses set me free. © George William Ochago. @George The Tired Poet. 11th Sept,2024 00:15. (Midnight Prompt Poetry).

📸  Elephant Media Creations. Mpendwa mkuu, I know am not worthy to touch buti zako, But,my arm itches to. Siwezi kustahimili kuona unaibana Katiba. What would my grandchildren say, If I watch you? Mkuu, your pride  And my freedom is equivalent. But, sheria yako na maumivu yangu yanaenda kinyume. Because unapenda ladha ya Damu. Mi ni mdogo wako sana To talk to you But am glad you Pay attention to the nonsense I speak. So,mkuu don't demonstrate your militarism on my balls. Mkuu yangu, Am writing to make peace with you, Not to have peace talks with you. Just send your soldiers to Afghanistan kwa maana mimi si jeshi inabidi upigane nalo. © Ochago George William.  The Tired Poet. (Power Of My Pen) (2022)