A bird in exile
  
 Here I am lonely bird,
 Flying from tree to tree
 With no place to call my own.
 Here I am lonely star shining on 
 A moonless night.
  
 Here I am-dead river,
 Flowing without end
 Carrying nothing but dead remains!
 Hear I stand,
  Hopelessly in the middle of nowhere.
 Am over fed with hunger,
 Am over drunk with anger,
 Forgotten, hated, and slandered.
  
 They have turned
  My victory song into a dirge,
 And replaced the rhythm
 With melancholy.
 They no longer sing my praises
 But talk ill of the good works
 My hands have done!
  
 Am a war hero, now forgotten.
 They now talk ill of me as a villain,
 They slander me.
 And awaken anger.
 In people’s hearts.
 They have destroyed all my cities
  And hold my family captive.
 Now here I am lonely bird, 
 Flying from tree to tree,
 With no place to rest my
  Snow frozen feet.
  

  
  
 Africa, my Afrika.
  
                                        A land where poetry 
            Is spoken from sunset to sundown.
  A place where drums tell tales of the past
    While the stars, moon and the royal sun,
       Whisper love in the changing seasons.
     A place to call home, to sit, hold a pen
           And let my hands write my heart out
           In one lovely poem, Africa my Afrika. 

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Bernard  Gabriel  Okurut  a.k.a  Blacfut Oracle is a young Ugadan poet, singer, songwriter, freelance journalist and literally activist. He is the author of  the ‘Noisy Silence’ a Ugandan poetry anthology published on amazon.com. He is a student of English  language and literature at Kyambogo University, Kampala Uganda. Okurut is the founder of  ’Psychic Poetry’’ a young poets student movement based in East Africa. Born and raised in a family of teachers, he started reading and writing poetry at an early age. His unique wit and pun makes him one of the most  phenomenal young Ugandan writer.

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