What si your opinion about religious leaders with ambition in politics
Is Maggie political ambition still alive?
Will Pius see the light in political darkness?
Is politics a dirty game or the players?
Hate the game not the players
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Politicians and poetry
"If more politicians knew poetry, and more poets knew politics, I am convinced the world would be a little better place in which to live." - John F. Kennedy
Poem to politicians
Tell me you false prophets
Heralds of deception
What lessons are you teaching our youth?
To bully the small
To quash the weak
To kill
To drill
To shoot
To loot
To annihilate
To prevaricate
Tell me you poli-tricksters
What kind of a world are you leaving our children?
A world of war and death
Of destruction
Of domination
Of despair
Don’t you even care
They will pay a heavy price for your vice?
Masters of war!
Merchants of death!
You’re such hypocrites!
Who do you represent?
Heralds of deception
What lessons are you teaching our youth?
To bully the small
To quash the weak
To kill
To drill
To shoot
To loot
To annihilate
To prevaricate
Tell me you poli-tricksters
What kind of a world are you leaving our children?
A world of war and death
Of destruction
Of domination
Of despair
Don’t you even care
They will pay a heavy price for your vice?
Masters of war!
Merchants of death!
You’re such hypocrites!
Who do you represent?
Building the Nation David Rubadiri
Building the Nation
Henry Barlow (Uganda)
Today I did my share
In building the nation.
I drove a Permanent Secretary
To an important, urgent function
In fact, to a luncheon at the Vic.
The menu reflected its importance
Cold bell beer with small talk,
Then fried chicken with niceties
Wine to fill the hollowness of the laughs
Ice-cream to cover the stereotype jokes
Coffee to keep the PS awake on the return journey.
I drove the Permanent Secretary back.
He yawned many times in back of the car
Then to keep awake, he suddenly asked,
Did you have any lunch friend?
I replied looking straight ahead
And secretly smiling at his belated concern
That I had not, but was slimming!
Upon which he said with a seriousness
That amused more than annoyed me,
Mwananchi, I too had none!
I attended to matters of state.
Highly delicate diplomatic duties you know,
And friend, it goes against my grain,
Causes me stomach ulcers and wind.
Ah, he continued, yawning again,
The pains we suffer in building the nation!
So the PS had ulcers too!
My ulcers I think are equally painful
Only they are caused by hunger,
Not sumptuous lunches!
So two nation builders
Arrived home this evening
With terrible stomach pains
The result of building the nation -
- Different ways.
Henry Barlow (Uganda)
Today I did my share
In building the nation.
I drove a Permanent Secretary
To an important, urgent function
In fact, to a luncheon at the Vic.
The menu reflected its importance
Cold bell beer with small talk,
Then fried chicken with niceties
Wine to fill the hollowness of the laughs
Ice-cream to cover the stereotype jokes
Coffee to keep the PS awake on the return journey.
I drove the Permanent Secretary back.
He yawned many times in back of the car
Then to keep awake, he suddenly asked,
Did you have any lunch friend?
I replied looking straight ahead
And secretly smiling at his belated concern
That I had not, but was slimming!
Upon which he said with a seriousness
That amused more than annoyed me,
Mwananchi, I too had none!
I attended to matters of state.
Highly delicate diplomatic duties you know,
And friend, it goes against my grain,
Causes me stomach ulcers and wind.
Ah, he continued, yawning again,
The pains we suffer in building the nation!
So the PS had ulcers too!
My ulcers I think are equally painful
Only they are caused by hunger,
Not sumptuous lunches!
So two nation builders
Arrived home this evening
With terrible stomach pains
The result of building the nation -
- Different ways.
Monday, January 8, 2007
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