Lamentations

Chronicles of a glooming motherland, 

A land that flew in a bounty of milk & honey, 

An African pearl, 

a domicile for love, serenity and harmony, 

exfoliated to a haunt of melancholic sobs.

Abandoned mother widow, mourn not! 

Woe not ancestors, "Sultans & Fathers in spirit" 

You who laid your backs for the foundation, 

onto which this great res publica was built

Imbibe your inconsolable tears. 

Between the banks, over the bed of the Nile,

flows blood of gunned down nations men. 

On the inclines of the Rwenzori, 

Anchors the quietus of Rwenzururu dwellers, 

dead though gone not. 

Fallen is her glamorous name, 

Her splendor is a popped bubble of froth 

The law of her lips is a spider web, 

That ensnares flies, 

withal roaches amble through in sleight. 

A thirsty, blood drenched and scorched earth. 

On a yoke of pain, anxiety and hopelessness, 

Wistfully I asked, 

"Where I should go, what I should do?" 

The Djinn told me,

"There is no where to run, no tears left to cry."

@juliuscseguya