By Nyalony Gatwang, Kampala, Uganda
My home is really beautiful,
The gorgeousness of the sun set is never told,
The green grass is the life to many,
The soil of my home, is so clean but told dirty.
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My home is really beautiful,
It’s just filled with wolves,
With the Medusa,
With callous souls,
With hyenas not lions.
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My home is really beautiful,
The hope of the IDPs is real,
The optimism of the disabled is in heart,
The faith of the Christians is love.
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My home is really beautiful,
With parents to guide me,
A sister to Polish,
Elders to tell me what i don’t know,
A brother to protect,
A neighbor to love,
And land to own .
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My home is really beautiful,
Even though we are in streets,
Even if we still shade blood,
Even if we still loot,
Even if we still rape,
Even if we still force marriage.
My home is really beautiful…
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