A LEADER CANNOT BE TAMED

A LEADER CANNOT BE TAMED

A leader cannot be tamed!!!

Step forth into the great domain

And look onto the horizon

Onto the lush savanna plains,

And you will see that

You are meant to conquer, multiply and not maintain!!!

A leader cannot be tamed!!!

Once that halo is above your head,

A different path you are destined to tread;

One with rocky paths and short nights on your bed.

You know that you have to wake up early in the morning,

That at that time till late;

The sheep need to be fed,

Need to be bred;

You always need to keep a steady head,

Because!!!

A leader cannot be tamed!!!

Multiplying influence is the game

And in this game;

There is often a lot of criticism,

Often a lot of cynicism,

Often a lot of sarcasm;

But in your arsenal;

Sacrifice and countenance

Are firmly in your stead,

You think with your head,

On paths of knowledge and wisdom you tread.

A leader cannot be tamed!!!

For it is written as part of all our membranes

That we must multiply sustenance all over the world

Without any restraint...

...A leader cannot be tamed!!!

For the world is counting on it,

Counting on YOU!!!

To lead the sheep to the shed,

To lead the heavens down softly to earth's bed,

To open the eyes of those who are engulfed in darkness,

To feed the hungry who sorely need to be fed,

To bridge the gap between the can't do and the can do,

To bring faith and prosperity to the weary

To be the shoulder that everyone lean's on...

...To be the light that is always switched on!!!

You see a leader cannot be tamed!!!

For the world is counting on you

To multiply your influence!!!

A poem by Bruno Edgard. 

THE BARD: WHAT IS RACISM?

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WHAT IS RACISM?

WHAT IS RACISM?

What is racism?

Some people call it

The true face of fascism,

And the true calling of the Nazi regime.

Is racism just about color?

Is it white against black?

Is it black against white?

Or is it even black against black?

I know that there are different terms

And different faces of it.

So what is it?

A trusted source informed me

That racism also means

Urban black against rural black.

Is racism the placard 

That many disillusioned blacks carry as

They chant through streets that have monuments?

Or is it the pressure that

Africans and African governments daily feel from Western governments?

Is racism found 

In the green card 

That has thrice been denied

To those of steadfast African pride?

Or is it in the "blackish" racial slurs

That we blacks often point towards those that are white?

Is racism and segregation

The selfish pride with which we

Boast about our different tribes?

Or is it a thing as trivial as

The subtle differences between you and I?

Huh!!! Man!!! you tell me,

There is an ongoing Ugandan notion

That the Baganda and the Banyankole

Cannot sit at the same table

Nor look each other in the eye;

That the north and south of Sudan

Cannot come together to make peace.

This is what racism really is;

The dividing lines are not just drawn by color,

It is not just as simple as black versus white.

No, it is the line that is drawn between you and I.

It is that time;

When I turn my face away from my brother's eye,

It is that time when we close our

Homes to the people that war is trying to find.

It is that day;

When to our brothers and sisters

We stop being kind.

It is the act of our hearts being blind

To the plight of our fellow mankind;

Be him black, brown, purple or white.

It is the short and fast exit

That was taken by the proponents of Brexit.

Racism is when we think that we are too superior

That we turn our backs from humanity,

From brotherhood;

Be him black, brown, purple or white.

A Poem written by Bruno Edgard.

THE BARD: PERSPECTIVETell me what you seeTell me what you he...

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PERSPECTIVE

Tell me what you see

Tell me what you hear,

Tell me what you think is clear.

There are many voices speaking,

There are many ghosts in corners squeaking.

Everybody is shouting loud,

Nobody is getting heard.

Everyone is saying something,

And yet everyone is hearing nothing.

Is Donald Trump really colluding with Russia?

If so, is it really a bad thing?

Is the "democracy" of the democrats out to get him?

Or is it just a losers' witch hunt?

Nothing is ever as straight forward as it seems,

Especially in the political scene.

Politics is like a girl who is humble and virgin at morning light

And yet displays all her amenities by night.

Is the Ugandan government the only villain in the story?

Is there an opposition party?

Or are they different sides of the same coin?

Isn't everyone centrally a racist?

When we turn our backs on our brothers and sisters;

Of different tribes and different colors;

Isn't that what racism really means?

How can we really end racism

When as black people we display racism towards whites?

Is light better than darkness?

Or is darkness the sweet prequel before light?

Are we who we say we are?

Do you intend to keep your word when you shake that hand?

Do you intend to truly Love that girl when you put that ring through her finger?

Can you honestly say you fight for justice

When towards that child you pull the trigger?

Can I honestly say that I am who I'd say I would be?

Can I honestly say that the person that you meet everyday is really me?

MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL!

MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL!

What do i see when i look into the mirror?

The Bible says that i should look at a righteous bride.

However, that's not what i see 

And thus within me there exists an uncomfortable tide.

When i look into the mirror,

All i see is a fat overweight image.

One that is vivid with bubbly things and stretch marks,

I can't stretch or squat without feeling a fat burn.

All i see is shame.

I am ashamed of taking off my shirt in a swimming pool,

Ashamed of the fact that on the beach my upper body will never look cool.

So i cover my shame with vests and under garments,

In order to cover my shame and avoid torment.

When i look into the mirror,

I see a lack of dimples

And a manifestation of pimples.

I see a man who can do better,

I see a man who can never get her,

I can see the tears that every night taste bitter,

I can see a lump that no app can filter,

I.....I....I can hear sorrow say come hither!

Just behind me on the mirror's reflection,

I can see the clock ticking in perfection.

I can feel my heart racing in paces to fears' election.

This reflection informs me of my worst perception;

That i am running out of days, out of time in quick succession.

My fear is no longer a suspicion

I am failing my mission.

I am a disgrace, a pain to look at,

I am the reason the word loser exists in English diction.

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

Wait, wait a minute....

If i squint my eyes to the right

And look closely towards where the mirror captures the light.

The image flickers, changes

And i can start to see a new entity

A NEW IDENTITY!!! 

There is hope after all,

Everything is not bleak,

I am not a freak.

I am a NEW IDENTITY!!!

A Poem by Bruno Edgard

THE BARD: AM I NOT STILL GOD?

THE BARD: AM I NOT STILL GOD?: AM I NOT STILL GOD? Embattled, Broken... Disenfranchised until sorrow became a franchise. All natures of tongue you have spoken, ...