The Bull Roars No More
Oh my patriotic General,
Of indubitable seniority.
You always spoke about Uganda as though you
Were speaking about your father's granary.
You articulated your name as though you
Were a god who would never be eaten
By the sharp cunning death blade.
You severally reminded us that you
Lost your eye for us to have peaceful days.
Now you are gone.
Who will remind us that the police
Has the right to shoot and kill violent Ugandans?
Who will torture the stubborn NUP rascals?
Oh my patriotic General!
You who always trashed the public demand
For respect of political freedoms and rights.
You who valued humanity by justifying
Wanton kidnaps of Ugandans in drones.
You who knew the value of safe houses.
You who reminded us that opposition lives
That it's only the yellow lives that mattered.
Oh fallen general!
May you meet the Almighty,
Hope He will not ask you about the lives you terminated,
After all they were lives of those who didn't matter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem