Poems from claude.mumbere
Come sunrise, we rest. At moonrise, like fireflies, we Rise. Muted, in zest.
Let's both hold hands, Or love, Or go dance. Or poke small dark holes In wet White Sand.
When black men kill. it's jail. When white men kill, check for mental ill, then jail.
What transforms man to human is his conscious desire to live life. And as he’ll come to learn, life is full of unforeseen circumstances....