Poems from Birungi Mukalere Samuel
At the cross roads
with a world that
forsakes me
and I it
I create a
language
a mode of communication
only intrinsic
to myself
a language...
A rainy morning
unlike most
I waited in
the building
and then
she walked in
she had
dirty shoes
and a dirty bag
looking
quite heavy
I...
Months pass
time drifts
people part
I think of then,
then when the
dug
movie started,
the plot was thick
but at a point
it dissipated
each...
Some call it depression
some call it bullshit
for with many struggles
they think it's just life
others call it bourgeois boredom
with less...
Scarcely half a century ago,
The opinions of the masses scarcely counted
Each qualm making them hounded
Their voices did not count at all...