A Village Life Of A Cowherd Poem by Fred B Kagame

A Night and a day look similar,
in all civilized states.
But don't look similar,
in all primitive states.

That Ones' life
wasn't better
was a bitter.

The grown hair is not cleaned
but shaved by sharped stones
in all primitive states.
His feet doesn't cleaned by water
but cleaned by a dew.

That Ones' life
wasn't better
was a bitter.

He doesn't test any heat of blanket
but he spends night in the dew.
The field birds were only his friends,
he doesn't wear the new style
cleaning cow-dung was only lifestyle.

That Ones' life
wasn't better
was a bitter.

You would know him by his dry skin,
his food is only pumpkins.
you would know him by his begrimed feet,
his life is made of debts.

That Ones' life
wasn't better
was a bitter.

You would know him by his trouble
every time feels Uncomfortable
every time he feels Sympathy,
For his parents actually
And ends up with narcotic.

That Ones' life
wasn't better
was a bitter.

He wouldn't purchase a wear
not because he did't care,
but only he had no bear
even, village market wasn't there.
he walked with naked feet any where.
Was he on the mankind's list?

That Ones' life
wasn't better
was a bitter.


At school he wasn't taking a pause
because, he had no school fees.
At school he had no friends
because, feels shouldn't be in that place.
only loneliness, sadness were his friends
Every time he was in books.

That Ones' life
wasn't better
was a bitter.

For him a story was like history
because he hadn't had any toy
in his eyes
For him cleanness was a parable
to him a victory was annoying story.

That Ones' life
wasn't better
was a bitter.

this is dramatic testimony
Life of younger cowherd man
because now he has money.
Anyway,
he can compose his own poem.