It's a cosy job: now days.
To represent the civic; poor EAC!
Chaos submerges intellect during nominations.
Interests of the commons are neglected:
For selfish ambitions!
Divided minds, and yet they want to unite Swahili.
Boisterous presentation;
And civility is pocketed deep;
Our untaxed servants lack listening skills.
How do they except me to accommodate them.
O, Pearl of Africa!
North, guns are smoking;
Wails rent the environs.
Stirring the populace into commotion!
Families start for safety; at all directions.
Haunt befalls the air,
Allowing for faint cries of dying bodies:
Hunger and starvation ravage;
And survivors endure their new reality,
As they trek to protection.
Egos flare; and treaties are disowned.
O, youngest nation of the world.
South-west, a tyrant is a Viking.
He wants to sail south out of judgment.
What about the citizenly.
Which want him out?
Ideologies lock horns; suspicion frown faces.
Finger pointing damages the fragile relations;
With her neighbor!
Multitudes decline; returning home.
Under his shepherdship:
Reconciliation with opposing factions,
are offered tissue-paper.
And flashed into the septic!
South, press is muzzled.
A bulldozer is fuelled; to wreck.
Has the dark, befallen my lovely EAC.
Mwalimu Julius Nyerere foresaw!
East; hospitality is hanged by new bought rope.
Leaving refugees and asylum seekers,
prone to ruthless jihadists.
Hungry for recognition;
And eager to revamp their wounded pride!
Boisterous presentation; And civility is pocketed deep; Our untaxed servants lack listening skills. How do they except me to accommodate them. O, Pearl of Africa! .....that's Uganda
Boisterous presentation; And civility is pocketed deep; Our untaxed servants lack listening skills. How do they except me to accommodate them. O, Pearl of Africa! that's Uganda.....
I got the part about South Sudan. South west must be Burundi, East is Kenya. Okay, just where is Uganda. I'm sure the first stanza is about all the states.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
North, guns are smoking; Wails rent the environs. Stirring the populace into commotion! Families start for safety; at all directions. Haunt befalls the air, Allowing for faint cries of dying bodies: Hunger and starvation ravage; - - - - - - -> powerful diction here, a cry of outrage for a people, for a country, a very important write