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Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe

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Poem "The 'Human Garbage'":
- written April 2009
- published May 15, 2009
- viewed 27 times

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»Amidst the Boring Brown«

»At The Golf Course ' 97«

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»Doomed Destiny«

»Dreaming In Limbo«

»Easy Crossing the Balustrade«

»Emerging Images«

»End of Time«

»Fading Hope«

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»Hopelessness«

»If you turn the pages...«

»In The Name Of Freedom«

»Legend Brother«

»Let it not be said then (an English sonnet)«

»Life's Order«

»Listen«

»Loneliness«

»Love, My Friends (an English sonnet)«

»More Blessings«

»Mother Africa«

»Mothers, Women, Wives«

»No more«

»Of misery and Anguish«

»Old Man«

»On Saying Goodbye«

»Once Upon A time«

»Our Golden Girl«

»Political Condoms«

»Relationships«

»Sing Our Song«

»Street Child«

»Sweet Bondage«

»Take The Bull By The Horns«

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»The Cold Day Unveils«

»The Knocking Woodpecker«

»The meaning of loneliness«

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»The Prison I'm Not In«

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»True Love«

»When in your eyes It looks«

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»Zany«

»The 'Human Garbage'«

by Christopher Kudyahakudadirwe

He lived under a tree
because most often he's not been free.
He ate from refuse bins
for he had no home to belong to.

His life, an unwoven spider web,
hung dangling between uncertainty
and the next day's certainty.
For he had no family to belong to.

Not a politician could patch up his life,
Not a preacher could restore his soul,
Nor an economist enrich his pocket.
No helping hand
Not to this down-and-out human garbage.

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Ryan Gordon Penn: "Love the use of the 'No' prefix in the 3rd paragraph. Creates a feeling of desperation. I like it"
Hettie Van Zyl: "What a sad but true Poem"

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