HEROES DAY WHAT!

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(My letter to a tyrant)
By George William Ochago - The Tired Poet.
Dear sir!
I heard today is one of your important days,
Why make it a national a concern,
Does it pay our rising bills?
Or is it the reason as to why you pull our balls.

Heroes day what!
Sir!
I heard your son is one of the decorated Hero,
How many wars has he fought for us,
I am worried he is a good fighter,
No one dares to fight with alcohol and food and manages to survive.
What I want to tell you, take your day to your father's house,
Bring the field to your son-then he will fight alcohol well.
Heroes! my foot.

Heroes day what!
Does it mean,
Sending many to exile 
Because they expose your tyranny,
Does being a hero mean you must be a sole candidate,
Does it mean you must be the law.
Hero! My foot.

Heroes day what!
Does it mean the 40% of the Karamojong population that sleep hungry are heroes?
Does it mean, when we eat our 'Mother's something something' we will become heroes?
Man style up, change the way you project your vision 2040,
Because by then it will be the pro-Muhoozi and him who will be there.
Heroes! My foot.

Heroes day what!
Yes!
Being a hero is  way too easy, 
You pocket them fools and call allies,
They will call your wife Mama,your son they will call first son as if they don't have their first sons.
Mtscheww.
Heroes! My foot.

Heroes day what!
Is it because you fought and killed thousands in Luwero,Mukura and still doing the killing everywhere,
Tumbavu! to your mindset,
You force everyone to believe you are one- a hero,
What happened to the people who fought with you?
Where are they? Are they decorated as heroes?
Why do you incarcerate them in your military dungeons?
You call yourself hero?
Hero! My foot.

Heroes day what!
You forced ignorant youth to believe in your lies,
Telling them you are securing their futures,
What happened to the future security,
Why are many committing suicide because they are jobless,
Yes,they die Heroes,
And you, think you are one- a hero.
Hero! My foot.

Dear sir!
Will that vision 2040 really breath,
I am scared your son will drink off all the money set to secure the future vision,
You, will probably praise him,
Ordain him Hero.
Hero! My foot.

George William Ochago
 The Tired Poet.

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