Kampala Shower
It drops at a red-card send off
And in bitterness creates restlessness
Overcome by the force of gravity
Fills the streets demanding for praise
In power discards the work-holics
As street vendors glorify the exit from the skies
And drops and drops and drops and droooooooops
Like there is no tomorrow ah! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem