GEORGE THE TIRED POET

Courtesy Photo. If it is God who chooses leaders, then he has failed. My people are starving. Others are dying  Because of the Man He chose for us. If it is God who chooses leaders, then he was wrong- For liberty has not come. Our leader has become a tormentor.  His battalions feeding on our blood. Where is the truth? Where is the liberty? Why do we have to pay money to get a job? And yet our fathers pay a lot of money on our tuition.  Why does everyone look too stupid? Why do they say God chooses leaders? Where is the lie? 40 years down the road, We have seen only Suffering- From the leader God chose for us. If it is God who chooses leaders, then his committee needs redemption. They should be fired- Because here- Liberty has not come.   ©️Ochago George William.  @George The Tired Poet.  2020.

Courtesy Photo.  (Verses Of Liberation) Milking my motherland, they did with greed, They arrived, planting their seed. With eyes devoid of empathy or care, They stole our riches, leaving us bare. Across vast landscapes, they set their gaze, Exploiting resources in poisonous ways. Like parasites, they drained our land, Leaving scars and wounds, hard to withstand. They called it conquest, a civilized mission, But it was cultural genocide, no admission. Our heritage trampled, traditions erased, Rewriting history, leaving us displaced. They seized our languages, silenced our voice, Their superiority, twisted a choice. They trashed our values, they called it progress, But it was devastation, leaving hearts oppressed. Draining my motherland, they did without remorse, Deceiving us with promises, a hollow force. They profited from our sweat and tears, While we suffered, swallowed in fears. Our art and craftsmanship, they stole away, Displaying them in museums, a cruel display. ...