QUESTIONS:POEM.

 _(If I die I die)_

I got questions for the new Prime minister,

Madam Nabanja Robinah.

How do you feel when you see people suffering?,

All the time starving struggling,

And dying.

How do you relate situations,

Between you and the locals?

Mrs Nabanja,

I always see nurses suffering,

Under paid, starved and overworked.

Look at the teachers, they are always suffering-mentaly and physically.

I guess it doesn't cross your mind, to take care of a person who takes care of person.

How do you feel if you were them.

Talking of security,

How do you feel? When lots of people are dying in the capital,

Up the map, in North Eastern.

I know you have no business in Teso,

But the security has business in Congo, South Sudan and Somalia.

I don't see the Irony.

Mrs Nabanja,

The Fuel prices,

And it is blamed on Pads, soaps and sugar.

The irony is-my village doesn't have pawpaw plantations,

I would serve the nation with _soap_ .

Look at the roads,

Should I blame the ex-prime minister,

He failed to deliver,

But still went pregnant with potholes,

And poor traffic security.

Am sorry, if I am narrow minded,

But I have questions for the leader of NRM party,

Sir!

How do you feel when you are for so long?,

Does it mean that being in the state house makes your wife give birth to gold?,

Sir!

I need some light,

You have been telling lies to my ancestors?

By the way,

Where are you leading us to?,

Where are you making the country head to?

For the matter of the truth,

Most of the constitutional _verses_ have been designed to favor you.

I know your anger may make you come for me.

My ass is small,

Allow me to shut the fuck up,

But before I do that!

I have one more question,

When the fuck are you planning to retire?

Credit to Dave's-Questions Song.

 *THE TIRED POET.*

George William Ochago.