Showing posts with label Cryptic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cryptic. Show all posts

Monday, January 25, 2016

Twenty Seven Guns

 
Oh Uganda! May God uphold you
In the cusp of His forgiving hand
For thee is archaic in thy reasoning,
Thy functions wax temperamental

Once upon a time long forgotten now
We lay our future in thy constricting hand
United, Free-
Promises tossed around carelessly
Soon abandoned
In the dusts of history

For liberty
Brought to you by the Twenty Seven guns
Came in Limited Edition
Soon forgotten
They said,
Together we'll always stand
Such a lie,
Rather, together they've always stood

Oh Uganda! The land of Freedom
Hope, Faith and Matsiko
Beautiful names for beautiful people
Our love and labour we give
In dilapidated labour wards
And with neighbours all
Lamenting the state of nation we live
At our country's call
We give it all again

In peace and friendship we'll live
Hopefully

Oh Uganda! The land that feeds us
On a stable diet of rubber bullets, tear gas and
Chokefuls of dust
By sun and fertile soil nothing is grown
But our reticence.

For our own dear land,
We'll always stand
Apart and a part of a multi tribal, multi-racial crowd
Not yet there, and not yet beyond saving
The Pearl of Africa's Crown
Lies hidden deep in our hearts

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Child of the Wind

Did I not love you, child
Of the wind
I sent my regards in sighs
After I had done away with the dry
Tears. Of the ochre dress
Of the amniotic smears
Earth under my fingernails
Did I not nurture you, child
Of the womb
How I fumed
When you were forcefully weaned
From me
My love-child
Did I not protect you, child
For months you were mine, child—
And then suddenly you weren’t
A no-show to your own party
 But still—
Look around you
Look what I had to do
Pointy razor-sharp blades of green,
Green grass
Drawn for your protection, little lass
Thorns of rose bushes
Grown wild, gushes
Of deep, deep colour
Breaking your sickly pallor
Did I fail you, child
Festering beguiled
With redemption
A whiff
Lost forever to the wind
I won’t fail you again my child
I was meek, I was mild
Branded like cattle in
Angry shades of
Black and blue
Tattoos that washed off
With time
I won’t fail you this time, my child
Save me a few shy smiles
You forever remain mine
My child.

 

 

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