A Letter To A Late Dad (I'm Coming Now)

Poem By Fred B Kagame

My late Dad, You left me far from your friends.
Later i knew some of them towards the end.

Between me and their kids of my generation there is a range.
But towards the death, the range comes to an end.

Why do we people like revenge, yet life is like a rented lodge?
That's why I'm tired of this cage; life is similar on the bench.

Few advised me to don't care of anything goes.
I'm sorry daddy because i'm coming now.

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