GEORGE THE TIRED POET

📷 Annie Spratt (Why Men Cry) Where did truth Melt to, Where did true love go, Where did compassion migrate  to, Where did real feelings get asylum from. I remember the those days when we had true love. Mother would sit us together, Make us sing Church hymns, Practice drama and poetry.  The days, long before, I had fooled my thoughts. I neglected what Mama said to me. She spoke in poetry. Mama said, "My son, true love can't be found unless you are bound". The consonants in her verses told it right- And I was wrong. Who Melted the truth? Who told them, not to love one alone. Because I see many big men cry. Mama said, truth lived in the 80's . Now, my brothers crying,  Others are dying- For truth has been Melt.  Where did truth Melt to, Where did true love go, Where did compassion migrate  to, Where did real feelings get asylum from. © George William Ochago.  @George The Tired Poet.  2023. #poeticsundays.

📷 Carol Beckwith & Angela Fisher. Once upon a time in Africa, There lived her children in peace, They conducted everything at ease. Their children inter-married with ease. Once upon a time in Africa, There came a white explorer, Discovering her and her children. He even named and renamed her property after his Kings. Once upon a time in Africa, There came a white missionary, He preached about heaven- making Africa desert her shrines. He even denied Africa polygamy and her practices. Once upon a time in Africa,  There came a white governor, He called African houses colonies. He even called her children subjects. Once upon a time in Africa, There came a white trade man, He bought and sold everything he pleased. He even sold African children for gold and other metal. If it wasn't because of the explorer, The missionary wouldn't have come to deceive Africa to love her neighbour as herself- For Africa left her children go into slavery in fear of hurting her neighbou...

Your vicious smiles, Your uncountable abilities To smile,help and courage Made me devote to you. Your Spicy fragrance Like that of a rose lilly Brought the scent of hope to my lungs, You make me smile like the king of the earth. It's your love that made me devote to you. I will never hesitate to love you  Even when hundreds of thousands go against you. I love you so much. You are mine Oh God. You stand as the epitome of courage to me, You have made me loved like a gold coin, That train of heart pain has departed from me. You are mine Oh God. BY OCHAGO GEORGE WILLIAM(UGANDA) 2020-Oct-1