Good people in chains Poem, by Bernard Gabriel Okurut, at My poetic side

Ask me where the poets are

And I will show you a heap of bones

Rotting in a cold prison cell.

Ask me where the singers are

And I will show you thousands of men

Sleeping quietly in mass graves.

Ask me where the writers are

And I will show you maimed and mutilated men,

For good people are everywhere but in chains.

The drum has been silenced by a gun,

The guitar arrested and the flute assassinated!

The piano has fled to exile,

The library burnt to ashes

And the librarians sentenced to death!

Ask me where the actors are

And I will show you Stella Nyanzi

Bleeding helplessly...

Ask me for the artists,

And I will show you miserable faces

Wrapped in a cloud of terror.

Ask me where the good people are

And I will show you heavy chains

Squeezing their necks...

With the mad man's "order from above".

Comments +

dusk arising June 18th, 2021 10:39
Show me why the unthinking footsoldier does this to his fellow man. Why does one sickness follow another sickness. Are all sick.?
iAli June 18th, 2021 23:12
The reality from the Ancient history to the modern age! 🙂
Goldfinch60 June 19th, 2021 01:12
One day maybe the 'Orders from above' become silent and all will be well.

Andy

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