Poems from Okelo Sejo
I carried myself water
in a sack of litre
and the world thinks
that am crazy while thousand
more think that a lazy
or walking while drowsy...
A beautiful sun rises
colouring the eastern horizon
with warm orange trails-like
routes like a super highway
slowly they extended out
and...
Behind the orange-coloured sky
the sun rises amids cloudy sky
still tensions arises
confiding the hated crises
i know it is a way of life...
Is this my fate or destiny
born hopeful
yet am growing hopeless
life was sweet in my mother's womb
but now it scars like am placed in a...
Late is who they call you
because you can't breath nomore
as the casket passes on silently
on the hands of the innocents
and those who came...