To call it a triumph for the poor you
Butchery is always what you pursue
Our Uganda wasn't enough for you,
A nation's blood wasn't enough to curse you
A land mass is what you want to pollute
To poison with acquitted life blood
From Uganda moving all rotund Africa
Heartbreaking deaths all over Africa
Let slip that that was your direction.
STEPHANIE APILA
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