BREATHE

Brothers and Sisters,       

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Breathe...
Freedom is in our lungs.
Breathe...
Take it in.
We are Spirit, Soul and Body.
They may crush our bodies
But they will never destroy our Spirits.

Kings and Queens
From every temple, crack and crevice;
Come out of hiding.
The light beckons,
The air is still
And the world is quiet.

Quiet it will be no more.

Let the soils shake,
Let the grounds rumble,
Let the world hear,
Tremble at the sound of our united voice.
Let the truth of our story be told,
This oppression will hold us down no more.

We shall no more call ourselves victims,
We are not the oppressed.

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We are eagles flying with constantly targeted wings.
We fly, we sing
We do everything that we think of,
Everything that we dream,
We shall no more be slaves to the system.

For eons we have searched for the missing piece;
What can we do for them to see us as is?
Beautiful beings.
For
We are not inadequate.
We are brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous,
We are powerful beyond measure.

Brothers and Sisters,
Be still.
Tarry if you please,
For the sun will shine on our melanin,
And our skins will glow in the moon's effervescent light.

Breathe!


A poem written by Tumuhairwe Bruno Edgard a.k.a Edgard The Bard (c) 2020

EXCRETE

Human being!
Spirit, soul and body.
Artistry.
Unique, beautiful, intricate.
Put together;
Knit by knit, bit by bit, piece by piece,
String by string, stitch by stitch.
Each, working together,
Hand in hand,.
Self sufficient;
Self healing, self cleaning.

Feel an itch on your nose,
Scratch it.
Feel a mosquito bite your thigh,
Slap it!
See a cockroach climb up your wall,
Smack it!

All things disposable need be disposed of.

Human being!
Spirit, soul and body.
Artistry.
Unique, beautiful, intricate.
Put together;
Knit by knit, bit by bit, piece by piece,
String by string, stitch by stitch.
Each, working together,
Hand in hand,.
Self sufficient;
Self healing, self cleaning.

Feel a pinch in your bladder,
Pee.
Feel a tug at your bowels,
Release,
Relieve,
...Excrete!

Excrete,
No shame about it,
Everybody does it.
President, King, Queen etc.
The name that cannot be named,
The gate of no gate.

Excrete!
Set yourself free.
Waste, resource, object, being, sin, person, demon, feeling etc.
Let it be.
Let down your tears,
Brush your teeth
Be at peace.

All things disposable need be disposed of.

Human being!
Spirit, soul and body.
Artistry.
Unique, beautiful, intricate.
Put together;
Knit by knit, bit by bit, piece by piece,
String by string, stitch by stitch.
Each, working together,
Hand in hand,.
Self sufficient;
Self healing, self cleaning.

Excrete!

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DOWN BUT NOT OUT

Down but not out.

Distraught,

But we shall not frown.

Our tears,

The glue that holds us together.

We dare to cry

But we cry as one...

A WAR CRY!

Loud and proud.

Not defeated

Like that of a child.

A broken record,

We repeat.

Be not fooled.

Our tears

Are daggers

That pierce the hearts of our enemies.

Our predicament. 

We paved this path.

We paid mind 

To petty squabbles

And inflated egos.

Our enemies,

Like thieves in the night,

Plotted and planned,

Marked their territory;

Our home,

Down to every pot and pan.

Our enemies

Walked right into our front door

And claimed domicile.

Our beautiful home

Ours no more.

Our response.

We came undone.

Shutting doors,

Silencing all corridors.

...

Our response.

...

Our response-

Our tears,
The glue that holds us together.
We dare to cry
But we cry as one.
A WAR CRY!
Loud and proud.
Not defeated
Like that of a child.
A broken record,
We repeat.
Be not fooled.
Our tears
Are daggers
That pierce the hearts of our enemies.

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THE BARD: NOTHING

THE BARD: NOTHING: Photo by  Unsplash  on  Unsplash Nothing! Drawing blanks. Empty head, empty tin, An empty sheet stares right at me. What can I add ...

NOTHING

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Nothing!

Drawing blanks.
Empty head, empty tin,
An empty sheet stares right at me.
What can I add to it?
Nothing!

Surely, this is worse than writer's block.

This is our time!
As creatives, this is our time to shine,
This is our time to influence the world.
We handed over the reigns to politicians.
Feast your eyes on what they have done with it.
The hour is nigh,
The pen calls the hand;
"Come, let's speak to the world"
Come, let's finally write to that girl".

So I make a cup of coffee,
Sit in front of my screen and...
Nothing!

There is so much to write about.
People are hungry to read, to watch.
People are scrolling through their phones,
Looking for content that will make them
Laugh, cry, smile.

The hour is nigh.
Tick-tock,
Before depression starts calling.
I sit on my bed.
Maybe, just maybe if I lay down on my bed
I will get creative.

Nothing!

I sit up and watch a few (more than a few) You tube videos,
I am seeking inspiration

Nothing!

I look through every Whats app status
Have a laugh, a sigh, a smile...
Even a fart (excuse me!)
(Pee-yew! Smells like over cooked beans)

Nothing!
C'mon man,
The world is waiting...

Nothing!

Then I remember a trick a facilitator
Taught us at a creatives' conference recently...
"Creativity is the innate ability to access options"

I need to access options.
I need to take a walk.
What time is it?
6:50 pm, nope!
Curfew is in.
I'm not getting myself beaten so easily.

My other option...
Nothing!

Eureka!
I can write about nothing.