End The Nile Treaties Poem by Sammy Aswani Luyove

There lives our stepmother
Far in the North East,
She enslaved the chosen generation,
And now she steals and banks our soils
In her deep bowels of valley plains,
She has tamed a snake called the Nile,
It swallows and vomits our soils
In the valleys of the desert dweller,
Toiling in the plains; farming in our soils,
With no clouds but shadufs,
Penned in the by 'The Nile Treaties'
Papered by the imperialist;
That we shouldn't dam our rivers
Nor irrigate our scotched plains;
So our children starve up here,
As the step-mother vomits threats.

No. Enough is enough we say,
But when we petition the UN
We're treated to sumptuous luncheons
The Intercontinental Hotel conferences;
Hungry honorables talking about talks;
How to keep off and not dam the rivers,
That we dig trenches to curb erosion,
That volumes of grain in donation,
To be shipped in, in exchange of soil;
Generous indeed!

Have mercy our step-mother
Your snake, the Nile eats our rocks;
The skin that covers our rocks,
Hills and valleys left bare and barren.
Which sane son of ours affixed
Their liberated thumb print
On the Nile Treaties?
Who will strangle this woman's snake?
Or tell us; why hasn't the Lake Victoria filled!

By Sammy Aswani Luyove