GEORGE THE TIRED POET

An excerpt from the Masaka Massacre a Black Lines Poetry  Collection compiled and Authored by  Nagwere Gerald. (A letter to Ugandan government) R.I.P father,it reads. Epitaphs of the fallen marked in code. When will this genocide end? They die today, Tomorrow they are buried. For it is of no use to keep them up. For God will guide them up. Has it become a curse to be born  In Masaka? Has it become a right to be victims of the Massacre? The land of coffee and Matooke, Has become land of the slaughtered and blood... Our precious home is no longer home. It is a den of dead bodies. "East or West, home is best"- Will never be, And I know how worse it is- A father slaughtered today,a mother buried tomorrow. "DEATH TOLL REACHES 30"  - They say, Yet they do nothing... They just wait for lamps of rupees for " investigation" . Thank you -Enjoy... Enjoy the news headlines, Enjoy Masak'cre headlines. Enjoy the genocide. Blame it on Politics...

 _(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...

📸Courtesy photo.  IF I WERE MUSEVENI! If I were Museveni, I would keep calm the situation, So that my son succeeds me like in Kingdoms. I would try to teach him manners-to get the people's attention before becoming a dictator. I would,teach my son Muhoozi,to respect other people's rights. I would man him into some international figure-by allowing him torture civilians. If I were Museveni, I would tell my son not to force many in exile like Kakwenza the great, Though I did the same to The Great Stella Nyanzi. Keeping them in Uganda would not see the beginning of the end of my reign. They were probably exercising freedom of Speech in a _ "Free country" _ , forcing them in to exile,would make me a wrong parent, who is hatching a Curmudgeon in a son. If I were Museveni, I would tell my son,Dr Kizza Besigye the great won the 2006 elections but I reigned, I would tell him years later the Prosperity for All movement was just to blind Ugandans. If we're Mus...

  My brother's voice never seized, He spoke with vigour Always ready to step on a pythons head. He never hesitated, Always spoke of liberation And I used to tell him, "we are liberated". His voice trembled, "He has lost his spark of madness",I thought. He never had riffle phobia. My brother's voice was heard Beyond our clan's boundaries. He spoke of re-liberation like he had an army. His vigorous "hallucinations" Made him victim of the dictator, My brother lives in custody. The echoes of his voice created Timbre, It stood against dictatorship, It never declined being a reactionist. My other brother in decorated pips Tortured my brother, He stank like wet metal. He always sweated blood, Blood beads rolling down his face. Supervisors hit him on the head. My brother froze,never sniffed again, His still body lay like a legend to a few. Many Poets penned down his bravery.   Liberation Day? What is liberation day? Was the death of my brother liberati...