PAUL OGUDA Poems

Heroes are not soldiers
Coming back home victorious
Not the generals
Strateging and running the war council
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There was a small boy
In the countryside
Who had a small red BMX bicycle
Kept in the store besides the herbicides
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There was total darkness

Then the storm began
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Gaia is weeping
Her heart shredding to pieces
Her voice coarse, no more screaming
Her golden and diamond tears, streaming
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She wears no makeup
Only lip gloss to make her lips glow
She is proud of her hair
Only water relaxes her coarse afro
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There is this girl
Her body is slender
A wife material type of girl
Her lips so tender
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If flags could talk
How about flags of our fathers
Aged with time
Faded, to glory and misery
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Poetry is an act
It changes with time
This poem for example they will react
But I will lose nothing not even a dime
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Old men shed no tears
Like the winds of the desert
Their eyes are dry
Lowering in respect my hat
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If I had another chance
To live
I`d change everything
But not you
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