I watch my state in turmoil
Yet I'm too frail to stage a rebellion.
Have I not heard men's syringes and berries
Screwed as they moan in pain?
...
I envy the moon because,
It sometimes tries to outshine
The lighting of your dear smile-
But my blood rushes with joy
...
Nagwere Gerald, known as the Virgin Poet is a Ugandan poet, author, editor and publisher. His notable publications include; Faces of Love, Lead Like a Dog, and The Masaka Massacre. Gerald is a graduate Education Officer of English and Literature in English.)
I Will Shout Silently.
I watch my state in turmoil
Yet I'm too frail to stage a rebellion.
Have I not heard men's syringes and berries
Screwed as they moan in pain?
I watch my state being ravaged
Yet I quietly say a lot- not even the winds should hear me.
That raped booklet offers me freedom of speech
But the freedom after speech is suppressed by the urchins in power.
I do, I will always watch my state
Being buried before death dawns
But I will stay quiet.
I'm not comfortable with the condition
But there's no comfort in those stinky cells either...
© Nagwere Gerald~The Virgin Poet
Black Lines Poetry