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My Freedom Day

Brian Kazungu

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PICTURE CREDIT: SATIT RANGSIT
Every day must be my freedom day, for why should I be bound?
 Why should fellow men think I am a product to trade?
 When in real life, we must all engage our skills and resources
 So that, together, we can bake and eat the bread of brotherhood
  
  
 Yes, every day is free to come and go, for the hands of time I cannot stop
 But slavery and human trafficking, the day must quickly drop them down
 Not as seeds that must pop and grow again
 But as dirt that must be flushed down the drain
  
  
 Yes, I remember and cherish well these words by Saint Augustine
 The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only a page
 But human trafficking and slavery is not the travelling he meant
 For surely, the spirit, body and soul must be free to go and see world
  
  
 Every day is its own day, but in it, my hopes and dreams should not rot and decay
 For I still deserve the freedom to try again and not to be detained by slavery
 For I still deserve the freedom to wash away the stain of my weakness
 For I still deserve the place, time and chance to showcase my giftedness
  
  
 Yes, every day, I deserve the freedom to choose even if from that I may lose
 Yes, I deserve the freedom to speak my mind even if I may seem behind
 I deserve the freedom to be me, I deserve the freedom to live than just to exist
 Indeed, every day must be a freedom day where freedom reigns everywhere we go
  
  
 ©Brian Kazungu, 21 March 2017
 
 
 Adapted from the book, GENERAL EMERITUS – WISDOM, MYSTERIES AND DARK SAYINGS: https://amzn.to/3hC4I35
   

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Freedom Is Sacred

Brian Kazungu

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PICTURE CREDIT: SACRED FREEDOM MEDIA
 Freedom is sacred, he who brings it upon another man is a true messenger of the Divine
 In the hearts and minds of the freed, his being shall forever and ever continue to shine
 But oppression is wicked, and he who brings it upon another man commits a serious crime
 In the courts of conscience, not even his precious dime is good enough to be called a fine
  
  
 Freedom is sacred, he who violates it, before God and mankind, he has sinned
 And those who are bound by the chains of such sinners must quickly be redeemed
 Or else from the tears of the oppressed, the whole world will be flooded and drowned
 For he who smiles at the cries of the oppressed sings for the evil rains to drown his own land
  
  
 Even from far beyond the borders, once the rays of freedom starts to get blurred
 Mankind should be warned that from the darkness of bondage no land will be spared
 For once the selfish desire of one man to be the supreme master of another gets stirred
 Even his own kith and kin must know that from his own accord it will not be quenched
  
  
 An evil desire for one to wish to be the supreme master of another man is a dangerous fire
 Which the good and wise men of the land must be quick enough to quench its wicked flames
 Or else, they themselves, for as long as they live, guilty will spoil their souls like terrible stains
 Because they will always live with the regret of failing to free another man from bondage’s chains     
  
  
 In every part of the world, regardless of the color of their skin, all the enslaved must be freed
 For only then, shall mankind, in his coming in and in his going out, be totally relieved
 Yes, indeed, from the chains of oppression, the mind, body and soul should be released
 Or else, the essence of humanity, from the face of the earth, it will totally be erased
  
  
 Whether they are young, old, single or married, in bondage, no living being should be buried
 As such, from the graves of slavery and manipulation, a person’s divine being must be retrieved
 Any excuses for the justification of inferiority and superiority complex must be dismissed
 Because everyone has a divine right to be here and thus our mutual existence must be embraced
  
  
 ©Brian Kazungu, 29 November 2019

Adapted from the book, GENERAL EMERITUS – WISDOM, MYSTERIES AND DARK SAYINGS: https://amzn.to/3hC4I35 

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Solicit

Pearson Kusekwa

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 Solicit
  
  
 You solicit alms
 Like a lone calf
 You soliloquize fervidly 
 My blood oozes 
 I sympathize with you
  
  
 A crown of mercy
 Forged on your merciful head
 Pricks its way down
 To the core of your imaginations
 And blood splatters all over
  
  
 Several days you have slept
 On a fully empty belly
 In the open chilly winter
 None of the passers-by
 Were all the more kinder
  
  
 You go down on all four
 Head placed on the tarmac
 Like I’m a god in flesh,
 You worship me 
 Trust me, I’m no Zeus
  
  
 I try to act naturally 
 Pinching myself over and over
 Wishing i could wake up 
 From this déjà vu 
 But I’m lost in the glitter of your eye
  
  
 Pearson T. Kusekwa @pearson_ptk 

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Rosy

Pearson Kusekwa

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Rosy
  
 A red rose you were
 Amidst the garden did I pluck you
 Amongst a million did I choose you
 But where has your tenderness gone?
 All your beauty has withered away
  
  
 Ah! Now you make me sick
 I used to be lost in your aroma
 And think of nothing else
 Besides your blossoms
 And the caress in my bosom 
 Now you just look dump and dull
  
  
 I would rather be alone
 Than be with you
 My love has withered away too
 Emptiness fills my own soul
 Rosy, i used to love you
 But you let the sun destroy what i admired
  
  
 Can a rose be admirable?
 Without its rosiness
 You've lost your ruddiness
 And your tenderness has fled from you
 Bring back your blossom
 And I'll be attracted to you once again 
  
  
 Pearson T. Kusekwa 
 @pearson_ptk 

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