I live in a city built on seven hills,
Poverty, ignorance and disease!
Corruption, tribalism, police brutality
And dictatorship.
I live in a country
Where leaders cannot wait for Karamoja to develop.
This cursed corner of Africa,
Where women sell vaginas for a living
And recruit young virgins
Into the vagina trade at an early age.
A shithole of a city
Ruled by dung blocked eared leaders
Who only listen to our cries when
Our mothers storm the streets naked!
A country with nothing to show
But increasing death rates, inflation and cars
Stuck on muddy potholed roads!
The stinking urine from statehouse
Floods the Nakivubo channel to our
Bedrooms,
Our sons are hacked to death by those
We pay to protect them!
Our daughters seek refuge in brothels.
- Author: Bernard Gabriel Okurut (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 24th, 2021 06:47
- Comment from author about the poem: Poverty, ignorance and disease!
- Category: Sociopolitical
- Views: 18
Comments1
Powerful and impressive poem. Really found this striking so well done.
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