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I want to write a political poem

One that shall march down the aisles of history like a bride and groom
A petition that the optimistic citizens shall ride all night like a witch’s broom
A gift that shall be Uganda’s heirloom

‘Bazukulu’ shall adopt it with new rhyme and rhythm
For its syllables of justice shall be as clear as prism

But every hour my ink starts to threaten
I hear the song of the jailbird and I hearken

Sell thy ears to me blooming writer

I once swirled the truth at my finger-tip
Voiced my heart out at the weekly Stand-up

Paid my dues from the audience’s standing ovation
Fed from the empty tables of the pleased opposition

Stripped my “Kitenge” and bore my feminine chest  to chauvinism
Published my chapters and name with utmost professionalism

Yet here I sit crooning deuces to the wind
My wisdom and truth mercilessly cuffed

Sell thy ears to me blooming writer
Bake your cake in the oven of venom
But save it for the winter you can never fathom

Read – Breaking Forth – A Poem by Temani Nkalolang, Botswana

 

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  • Matopress
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    It’s a masterpiece.
    A story with a face(s) to it…
    It came to life and my realm with every word I read.
    Thanks for awakening a kind of reality in me;
    As rear as a unicorn.

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Jailbird – A Poem by Geno Mercy Apachi, Uganda

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