Issues at hand.

Too sweet 

to detect sarcasm
too nonchalant 

to give pessimism audience
I climb, I fall
continue to waltz to
life's soul-less tune.

Paycheck to pay-debt
thriving on takeovers and bids
still stand to hypocritically judge me?
Find some thousand worthy cares....
a kid begging on Nkrumah road...
your neighbor showering his spouse with life threatening blows....
walk to work....
go bang your pans....
there are million ways of blowing steam
than a duel with a swirling mind.

I strum
write,

feed Toughie

 we all slept yesterday

but some just didn't wake up today.

For The Child Who Was Never Made.

You are welcome.

         Birthdays

Would have been

          Blood baths

As you watched

              A grown man

and

          His grown woman

searching –with determination

for a handle to fly off.

You would have had

       The best education

in

‘Never compromising who you are’

as you watched mama

Master that Art.

Daddy-well daddy

Would be daddy

Boys are always boys.

Your esteem would

Have been punctured

By your first cry

For the attention

You would slice

Your wrists trying to get

Do I regret

Not allowing you

To be made?

No.

You are welcome.

Katusiime Jeresi.