Audacity For Hope Poem by ANKWASA HARLORD

I stand tall like Rwenzori for us
So please don't call this a fuss,
With your Baton you dawn on memercisly
And you expect me to stay numb and talk carelessly,
That's why in my hood I treat you like wood
This is home go Cain me in kilograms and tones
That explains why I react with stones,
You peacefully blow off my head with a bullet
And also generosity sending your dogs to to pull out my gullet
I drown in your ocean of terror,
But never should it be regarded normal in this era
And never will you stop my temerity
Fellow countrymen join me in this audacity!