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.
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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