By KAGWA DZONZI
A mad husband you have remained
Since then, that you wedded my country
Promising change never this nightmare
Or did we really understood your isms
A decision to develop
Mission to uproot poverty
Operation to fly high
Vision to move far
Is it laziness
Corruption and irresponsibility
Nepotism or political orgy
Ignorance even primitiveness
Infidelity or selfishness
That we have missed your track
Excuse; Do you mean vision 4040 or 2020
I guess…the problem is: We
BY KAGWA DZONZI
You told us you’re the change,
Hand claps, jeers, ululations suffocated the air.
Then a fat vote handpicked you upstairs,
But now you’re rude gods.
Our requests are dumped,
Our challenges you forget,
Our poverty you turn jokes,
Our names are never your history,
Our efforts means faults.
Can a tree survive without roots?