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Asylum

Sipping on a dark coffee
Staring at the smoke after every puff
He finds a home away from home
A motherland now crippled
By a handful of selfish humans 
The bullet finally replaced his ballot

She had told him she was his alone
Now in a land that is not even his
He wanders to wonder
How it ended with such ease
Months behind closed doors 
Living through lively nights and dead days


She doesn’t like the girl in the mirror
Lowering her gaze under the light
Wishing days could only be nights
But it took only close to an overnight
For her to get to know she was the pearl
In the dark sea’s deep depth


Controversies and toxic feuds 
Another is like a refugee in a land of his own
The rut getting deeper but camaraderie stronger
But with a playful weekend for them all
Even the scars are starting to fade 


Perhaps asylum has sought them



عبدالجبار 
Kampala Nov 2023

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