I ALMOST DIED!

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📸 Shot By George The Tired Poet.
(My letter to Electoral commission)
Dear Electoral commission,
What is this, what do we call it?
I hear you gave it a nice name -
Welfare for Polling Officials.

Welfare my foot,
Biscuit, Soda and Water
Is the order that will keep me -
Keep me strong all day.

From suffering with confused machines,
To filling unnecessary forms.
All that on a rumbling stomach-
Stuck with Biscuit, Soda And Water.

What would I tell my grand children
If I died so young from the ulcer of protecting your gains.
What will they say if I didn't father their father?
Will they understand you that you gave us
Biscuit, Sod and Water.

Alright, you have won this time around,
But I beg you -
It should not be this,
Biscuit, Soda and Water.

I know this will annoy you but,
We are the ones making gains that you protect.
I beg of you, protect the right gains- not stolen ones.
Never again feed us on Biscuit, Soda and Water.

© George William Ochago 
@ George The Tired Poet 
The Kreatives' Parlor ™ 
January 15th, 2026.
15:40Hrs
#UgandaDecides2026

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