Clara Kitongo is a student studying civil and environmental engineering in Pittsburgh PA. She was born and raised in Kampala, Uganda where she spent 19 years. She is also an amateur poet and involves herself in music and the arts.
She loves to meet new people, to explore new opportunities and is happy learning the lessons that life has to offer.
Death is Dead by Clara Kitongo
My souls turns
At the thought of these new burns,
These scars ingrained from the past,
These thoughts that were never meant to last.
In despair,
Memories linger of how long it took to repair,
Old dogs never seemed to learn,
Their vomit to dis-earn,
From what's true and what's a lie.
Infallible are the truths of your existence,
You make trails of red as you move along, taking with them existence.
You make a mark of deception,
On the fore heads of your company,
Taking their comrady,
Turning it into treachery.
But what you don't understand
Is... we know where you stand,
Minds are not all corrupted,
And limbs not amputated...
We are scared,
And yet we walk on,
Pursuing only what matters,
Revoking the lies,
And making new; binding ties,
With us,
Without you.
You are deception,
But the truth has been revealed to our inner eyes,
And life without your plight.. is possible,
And rooms once filled with hate,
Ring with laughter,
With joy after the death of this godforsaken master!
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CK
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