Angry Ghosts
They were here
just hovering over the court yard
the victims of the loose ribbon of justice
whose hearts were dropped
and their eternal right robbed
the souls who were sent to 'hell'
They came over here
just whimpering in low, short cries
the fallen heroes of war
whose minds were cooked by pride
the limping spirits of battle
whose conscience was shot by anger
and, their remains locked into a lonely room
They passed by
just the same begging hands
the beauty owned by the streets
whose fate was sealed by incapacity
the flower's bloom in winter
whose warmth was frozen by the cold world
and now they demand for new life
The angry ghosts
whose breath was sucked out
by the shameless thief of peace
and their wealth was left but a piece
now demand for a new life
to those angels and demons still alive
poem by Timothy muggaga
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