Black Fire Poem by Jonathan Karanja

Boom! Twaff! Boom! Rat! Tat! Tat! Tat! ,
Sound of gunfire in tiny African island State,
Several citizens lifeless, some in villages lying flat,
Many more still whereabouts unknown, obscure fate,
Since an uprising had begun with none to thwart.

Long ago, back in the day in 1964, didst blacks rise up,
Defending their rights, rejecting racism, asserting themselves,
'Gainst an imposed puppet ruler, tiny their land be on the map,
Under Okello's astute leadership, rejecting slavery, not on their own selves,
These blacks didst for the imperialist puppet Sultan lay a ‘trap'.

As the Field Marshall's forces didst rapidly gain on ‘em,
Didst Arab Sultan flee the Island in 1964, month of January,
'Tis true that this Arab ruler couldn't prevail 'gainst them,
As black forces, agents of black fire, advancing, cleansing using arms from their armoury,
Whilst the Arabs, agents of imperialism fled as black people didst them out of their Island hem.

Today as I write this, imperialism therein is no more,
Fact is, all these events are in film ‘immortalised'-Africa Addo,
Sadly, unfortunately the gallant Field Marshall is dead and gone,
Cut down in nearby country, leaving his people forlorn,
In neighbouring East African country of buffoon butcher didst he meet his nemesis years ago.