If We Be Men Poem by Sekyewa Godfrey

If we be men,
why then fold our miserable faces
Like a baby crying for its mother's breast milk?
Why bow to a pack of eunuchs?

If we be men,
Why barter our heads for pumpkins
And like drunken bulls run to the abattoir
To seek justice from the slaughterer's blade?

Let us face the open grave.
And if in the gun stands their might,
Why not hit them with lines of poetry?
Why watch injustice take course?

Why fold our fists to the dictatorship?
For how long shall our flabby cheeks lament
Like little caged parrots?
Bleared are our teargas-fed eyes.

If we be men I say,
With balls between our trousers,
Why then watch the Eagle's tyranny?
If heavy be our limbs, why not crawl like serpents?

Men! Men! Men!
Who cares about manhood?
Uganda weeps for her sons.
The once brave multitude is now impotent.
(Sekyewa Godfrey)