Grand Children Riot Poem by Bamukunda Hillary

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Grandpa! Grandpa!
It's not a riot.
It's a right.
You must retire.
We don't reiterate,
That those golden bones must rest,
That enthusiastic brain is fit for research
As we inherit your overambitious character
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Grandpa! Grandpa!
We are grown up grandchildren.
We seek not to inherit the old kazu,
Neither do we ask for the herd of cattle,
That's your retirement benefit.
We ought to lift your torch of virtues,
And marathon with your youthful principles,
To the touchline where the old back cant reach.
That's our spirit as freedom fighters
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Grandpa! Grandpa!
Can't you see that the granaries are empty?
You cant fill them any more.
Why not denounce this diamond stool?
Before your strong will breaks its legs,
And you find yourself crumbling without legacy
Grandpa!
This is our lineage
We have a name to protect
We must retire you not at will
We must move our family fast forward
As we see best of your old days at bay
In a generation of young Turks and old guards.
For the desired good of us all.