Tears of a Nation ( Uganda Mourns)

A nation has been raped by the Government.

Stripped naked, publicly violated, humiliated

and denied their constitutional rights in an

unfair election.

A beacon of hope paces through the circumference

of a cage humming a woeful dirge in anticipation

of freedom and democracy.

 

 

A nation weeps in the streets.

Waves of disappointment, anger and pain

pollute the air.

There’s a funeral march in the streets.

Silent sobs amidst conversation for the

plight of democracy.

The youth wail in somber tones while the

elderly lower their heads in disapproval and

regret with pain etched on their faces and

worry wrinkling their brow.

Democracy was unfairly represented and

shamed in a sham election.

An eulogy to suffice for a craved democratic

Government.

A nation mourns!

 

 

A nation lies in a crippling sorry state.

Victims of mental slavery gibbering trash in

support of a failed system, injustice and

validation of crimes against the people.

A brain washed section of society jubilating

and celebrating a pathetic government.

Screaming at the top of their voices like lunatics.

Human rights hovering through emptiness.

Freedom of speech reducing like a pack of cards.

 

 

A nation is crying for help.

Desperation reeks through their veins.

The lines of anguish and fear fill their faces

Whispers through the corridors, fear beckoning

like an angry spirit.

 

 

A nation is crumbling under dictatorship

and baseless intimidation.

People are desperate for change.

Democracy! Democracy! Democracy!

They cry.

Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!

They scream.

 

 

A nation gravitates towards change.

Reciting Nelson Mandela’s words of

freedom on deserted streets.

Remembering pan-africanists like Kwame

Nkrumah, Ndeh Ntumuzah and Patrice

Lumumba.

Drawing inspiration from the deeds

of Kofi Annan.

Clutching onto hope, keeping the faith

and praying for a better tomorrow.

A nation mourns!

 

©FloetryC 2016

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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