P.P.K Poem by Joseph Cimanuka

P.P.K stands firm with moral sight,
A leader shaping hearts, not punishing;
He guides his people gently toward the right,
From darkened ways to truth awakening.

Do you not know him? —P.P.K his name,
An African whose standards stand above;
Though mocked by those who drown in moral shame,
He answers hate with discipline and love.

They scorn his form—his nose, his fragile frame,
They laugh at what their blinded eyes can see;
Yet still he rises, untouched by their blame,
For strength is found in deep integrity.

Let fools persist—his virtue will not break,
For he remains the best, for justice' sake.