An Angel In The Pearl Poem by Timothy muggaga

My president is an ‘angel’
Without wings but he flies anyway
In jets from might to might
With no heaven but he dwells anyway

There’s an angel in the pearl
Who always flies and never cries,
Who always lives and never dies,
Outliving the seed of greatness.

He cruises through the country
In an entourage of uneducated elites
In the comfort of limousines
‘The ones which keep away dust.’

Then, it feels like heaven
Not anywhere else but in Uganda
Where it’s ‘FOR GOD AND MY COUNTRY’
The power of rhetoric

The angel in the pearl;
You reside in heaven, but live in hell.
You sleep in luxury, but earn poverty
An angel, who lives ‘in the red’