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).

Image Credit: Daily Monitor. Who is the criminal I mean no one knows. The one in Uniform thinks he is right. Yesterday, i saw a boy die, He was choked to death, The men in Uniform didn't care. They were serving their master. They threw canisters of tear gas to everyone Who were not their  'Criminals' by any chance. Yesterday, i saw a boy choked to death, His mother bleating helplessly. No one cared Everybody was running for their lives. Does it mean everyone around the 'crime' scene is a criminal? I know it doesn't matter to you Boys dying before their mothers-hungry. Who is the Criminal? Is it those trying to make life equal for everyone? Or you trying to protect your job In the name of securing our future. Yesterday, i saw a boy dying, He died hungry- choked by tear gas. May be he was trying to swallow their gas. Who is the Criminal? Who will pay for his life ? I mean, does the law consider the poor hungry street dwellers? Because yesterday i saw a...