RONALD K SSEKAJJA

Home, sweet home,

Home, sweet home,
There near the brown water river
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Travel with me pretty maiden
That skies may speak our mother-tongue
Hold my hand a little,
For when men close their eyes
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Well tell mother, her smile is a light
Its a flashing gold-ray from a sourse so bright
But if love is for love, then mother
You deserve the love, its blue, so blue
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Death caught me, past lines fading
And I met the eyes of my maker
And tell you what, it's quite chilling
Living past lines of the quiet seeker
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If for once you thought there was beauty
It's a lie that has crossed your thought's duty
Gold too holds dust
And iron too does rust
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Nyonjo

I remember it all, what they say
That Nyonjo would always remain
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Short verse is verse, if pink is not reverse
So tell me of the fire that lit up the desire
For am not wise but a fool
If nothing remains for me to pull
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Some have sought
These have spoilt
They did fight
And these have reaped
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The eagle flew by my head
And I know Every tide has it's ebb
And this thought is there
To heckle
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So shall i tell her of the time
The glorious moment of the rhyme
In that same day i held the wire
She, with such a chance borrowed the fire
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The sky being such overcasted
I for love did clamour
For what cause made me resented
Like a cold sun in the summer
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If I told her
I will meet her
In the tar
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What of the brother?
The iron manacle by the neck
The long trammel hauling our preen
The shackles on the feet
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Besides that long thing
Have I seen a terrible wrath
And I having held up not to sing
Did I see her eye in a lovely search
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Well, light is for bright
When the mighty can't write
For what pun is in the sun
When noon can't great dawn
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The sun did surely cross the mantel
And every thing having been held
None of us could break the wall
And this bliss being such bitter made
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I will write down
Lest you too will pity me
Yet I know the reality
That your pity will not cure
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From the far distance
I could see her rocking bossom
I could not be certain it was she
For something then
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The silence was there
And she held it higher
And we all watched the space
To know, and face
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It has been my hallo
For I have been pushed in a narrow hall
And this year with its fret hail
Did welcome me with this haggle
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