Uganda @50? Pt1 Poem by Raheem Lyttle Kiyaga

Dear my fellow Ugandans,
Since 1962, the birth from slavery
What have we gathered?
Our collective aims are to fly
High on Earth,
What are we doing on this pluto?
Our political pilots are piloting us
Flap and flap in a zig-zag direction
Holding false confrences,
Far from the madding crowd,
Though they use tear gas and rubber bullets,
But they also use their pens to
rob the masses,
Stealers of our warchest,
' Building bridges over atlantic '
' Railway tracks in the skies,
Beneath the sand for airport'.
Abolishing customs and norms,
De-marketing agriculture,
Inviting stupid investors to do local businesses.

Omugaga mugaga nyo, omwavu talina kyalina,
Kwa hospitali awo akuna dawa,
Obulyaake n'obukumpanya
Nga olwo kw'otadde enguzi
Esanikidde eggwanga lyaffe.
Inflation the national husband of our precious petrol,
They remove our pain killer,
Putting mountains on our heads to carry,
All in the name of moving forward.

The love of fields and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes,
No love lost, no love found.
The tree of hatred amongst tribes
That is planted by our pregnant pilots
On our promising field,
They have all withered.
Dear Mr. Pilots,
The wings of national helicopter have broken,
Since you must repair it,
Why at stop?
Stop celebrating birth in the jungle!
Let's repair her wings and fly high,
On room for celebration
Cuz today is not our day.

N'ebinya mu nguddo?
N'ekibuga ekifanana kiti!
N'abantu abasula ku mbuto zabwe?
Nga abalala basalibwako emimwa, amattu n'enyindo,
N'okubatulugunya nga kw'otadde.
N'amasomero nga bakyasomera
Wansi w'ebisikirize by'emiti,
Nga abasomesa, abasawo basiiba bekalakasa?
Nga buli lukya omusolo gwe kalamma
Okamala obukamazi,
Nga nga n'abasomye babulidwa emirimu!
Uganda @50?