NO MORE HOLD

~NO MORE HOLD~

 When the centre does not matter

The hearts of people fail

And everyone begins to mutter.

When the eye can no more be specific

The world is seen in darkness

And everything is no more realistic

Every dream grows vague.

When the heart begins to fail and

Nothing is done

Or even nothing could be done

The lives of people are caught in jeopardy.

The centre can no more hold

Yet nothing can be done.

When the clothe can no more

Cover the chest

When the loosed knot cannot be untied

When the centre can no more hold

Can the centre boast it has a centre?

When the hand can no more feel the nipples of a coin

And men can no more sniff the necks of cheap things

When the lazy earth can no more retain water

And the tree cannot sway, can the centre

Say I have a centre?

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014

I WISH, BUT NOT MY FAULT

~I WISH, BUT NOT MY FAULT~ 

I wish I could take – 

Take much pride in this- 

This soot smeared on my flesh. 

I wish I were just naked to the eye 

Yet invisible to the mind and thoughts.

I wish all thoughts and minds were same- 

But would I still have taken much of pride 

In this cream smeared? 

I wish I were colourless 

I wish I belonged nowhere-just neutral 

Where the thoughts of racing to heaven 

Wouldn’t be a priority. 

I wish I could so much boast in this black coat 

For I just want to be unbiased

For I am tired- 

Tired of watching this races-this game of racing 

Where no one seem to get to win 

For I have no desire in taking sides 

But yes, I have no choice 

No, have I any? 

So I will take my helmet of pride 

For there shouldn’t be shame in 

Joining your own rank 

So I will join my folks in this ride 

And enjoy the breeze of the speed 

For its not my fault to be born black. 

---Fampah Coyish--- 

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014 

DARK CLOUDS

~DARK CLOUDS~

When dark clouds gather 

And my lover’s nipples 

I no longer can see to suck 

And the gleaming beauty of 

 My grand children  

I cannot perceive  

When my hair begins to grey 

When my heart begins to fail 

And my grey hair begins to fall 

My fingers begin to tremble 

And my muscles begins to fall apart 

My teeth begins to fall off 

And my jaw unable to move 

And my mouth grows numb 

Oh! Please 

Please be patient with me 

For in all my life 

That is the time I will need you 

And your undying love the most. 

---Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014 

I HAVE BEEN TOLD

~I HAVE BEEN TOLD~

I have been told

Blankly speaking,

I have been told

That we are living

Even while before my eyes

We are dropping dead like flies.

I have been told that we are happy

Even while tears are rushing

Down our cheeks like waterfalls.

Could this be lies of faith?

Or perhaps lies coated with faith?

And this land that we so much cherish

Is the actual land that will

Swallow us when we perish-

Oh how this deadly plague

Invaded not sparing

And they still blabber faint

Consolation, but death is fetching
From a bottomless hole,

Our loved ones go never returning.

I have been told, that it’s merely

Us joining the heavenly choir

And that all we need to do is

Fervently say our daily prayer

Thus I have been told,

While our souls are leaving us

And our bodies-running cold

But what fills us is sorrow

And pain in utmost despair.

---Ronald K Ssekajja, Fampah Coyish---

© By Fampah Coyish, Ronald K Socratise Ssekajja-Awoken By Poems 2014