THE BARD: LIBERTY'S CRY

THE BARD: LIBERTY'S CRY: LIBERTY'S CRY "We hold these truths to be true, to be self evident, That all men are created equal, They are endowed by the...

LIBERTY'S CRY

LIBERTY'S CRY

"We hold these truths to be true, to be self evident,

That all men are created equal,
They are endowed by the creator
With certain unalienable rights,
That among these are life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness".

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No man was created to own you.

We do, hold these truths to be true,
That the virtue termed freedom is absolute,
That the view that freedom is only awarded 
To those that support the hand that wields the gauntlet of power
Is certainly not true.
We do, hold these truths to be true,
That the ideals of self determination and democracy
Were not created to be by man misused.
They are not tools that were created to be used
To impoverish and enslave those who don't have a clue
As to how these ideals ought to be used. 

We do, hold these these truths to be true,
That every man, every nation was created to thrive
And not to strive under the tyranny and corruption
Of Western domination.
We do of course, hold these truths to be true,
That life is a gift from God
And it ought not to be misused.
The tentacles of war have no reason to hold on
To the bones of human life

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Simply because there is nothing reasonable
Well, except from greed and corruption
That is worth fighting for. 
We do, hold these truths to be true,
That we are told to ignore
The old age precepts of morality
And replace them with the vile, incandescent 
And skewed principles of "modernity".

We do, hold these truths to be true,
That no man was created without
The abject and absolute values of justice
And of virtue.
What is right and what is wrong
Has always been strongly absolute.
We do, hold these truths to be true,
That no one can even try to allude 
To the fact that there is no such thing called Truth.

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We hold these truths to be true, to be self evident,
That man and woman are equal.
Man and Woman are largely distinguishable parts
That together form one whole.
Neither of them was created to be a sequel.

We hold these truths to be true, to be self evident;
Justice, liberty, freedom and the pursuit of happiness is for all,
Whether that person is black, white, brown, yellow, short or tall.
These virtues were created by God.
These virtues that in commonality
We all hold as absolute
Are meant to be enjoyed by all.

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A poem by Tumuhairwe Bruno Edgard (Edgard The Bard).

THE BARD: THE 14TH OF FEBRUARY

THE BARD: THE 14TH OF FEBRUARY: THE 14TH OF FEBRUARY Courtesy of  unsplash.com Honey, sweetie, pumpkin pie, As we sit here on this august day, As I look at you...

THE 14TH OF FEBRUARY

THE 14TH OF FEBRUARY

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Honey, sweetie, pumpkin pie,

As we sit here on this august day,

As I look at your dreamy eyes,

I cannot help but smile.

I cannot help but turn a blind eye

To the people who are walking through

This restaurant's isle.

Honey, sweetie, my pumpkin pie,

Let we wipe those tears of suffering

Off your eyes.

Let these words that I say to you 

Incline your heart to mine.

Let not these precious lines

Find a heart so resolute

That their powers would subside.

Together;

Let these words and your heart

Mix together like water efficiently mixes with lime,

Like how a stitch in time saves nine,

Or like how shades of blue dance on the surface of the ocean

During summertime.

Aye!!

Let these rhymes

Creep into your heart

And make it chime.

Let this season

Be our time.

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For so long we have been in the unfortunate position

Of being third in line,

Of always giving advice,

Of wasting our time

By being mediators

To couples that always fight.

Let us break this third wheel routine

And unlike them,

Let our love flourish sublime.

Let my hand be affixed in yours

Till the end of time.

Let my Poetry

Shatter all the glass walls

That pain and heartbreak

Have created in you overtime.

Aye!

Let my lips be the antidote

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To the poison that broken promises

Have smeared on your lips.

Let my tongue caress yours;

Until the language of lovers

To your vocabulary is restored.

I love you so!

Let me open

A new door to your heart;

One that leads to a route glittered with gold.

One that leads to a path that knows no sorrow.

Cupid waits on the other side of that door;

Mending a hollow heart with love shaped arrows.

He stands on the other side of that door;

Waiting to usher us into a world

Where our hearts are stitched together;

Where the love that runs through

The streams of our combined aortas overflows.

Let this first meeting between us be a day for us to forever rejoice!

...............................

For if you let me in,

If you delete the word no from your vocabulary this evening,

...I will forever be yours and you will forever know no sorrow. 

A Poem by Tumuhairwe Bruno Edgard (Edgard The Bard)