What if we talked of civilization and its effects on us
Of abandoned libraries
And well stocked bars
And the glorious worship of TV soaps
And fully fledged boutiques
Or for the sake of euphemism
“Naked brains in knit cut suits”
Shall we blind ourselves from modern day slavery
The key to a well paying future in the foreign land
Being exported as toilet cleaning expatriates
As other people fight to come into our land
Or
Shall we pretend to be silent of the imported poverty to our homes
Letting the resources rot under our feet
Because want to wear neckties
And belong to the great and mighty Kampala city?
Shall we not talk of the self centered politics
Of dying to buy that monster ride other than complete that maternity ward
Or of position hungry Members of Parliament
Who oppose nothing of salary increment
But rather stage theatrical productions
Fighting for the sake of retaining their seats
Shall we let our masses
Drown in the ocean of freebie expectation
Of misleading leaders
Dashing out brown envelopes
As silently and patiently wait for our turn
Shall we not promote high tech innovation in this land
But stick to making candles and soap detergents
As nations build hotels in space
Shall we remain locked up in high table mindsets
Fearing competition with the rest of the word
In trade and investment
As if wear a photocopy of their brains
Shall we do something about these things?
How long shall we be quiet on the apolitical corporate
Who discuss issues in their air conditioned offices
Tweeting about everything
Whatsapping everything
Sharing links of everything
Literary gossiping and spectating about everything
And here we stand
Ashamed no more of the nudity of our brains
Just as we gave up on that of the flesh
Shall we do something about these things?
Shall we talk about these things by David Kangye
What if we talked of civilization and its effects on us
Of abandoned libraries
And well stocked bars
And the glorious worship of TV soaps
And fully fledged boutiques
Or for the sake of euphemism
“Naked brains in knit cut suits”
Shall we blind ourselves from modern day slavery
The key to a well paying future in the foreign land
Being exported as toilet cleaning expatriates
As other people fight to come into our land
Or
Shall we pretend to be silent of the imported poverty to our homes
Letting the resources rot under our feet
Because want to wear neckties
And belong to the great and mighty Kampala city?
Shall we not talk of the self centered politics
Of dying to buy that monster ride other than complete that maternity ward
Or of position hungry Members of Parliament
Who oppose nothing of salary increment
But rather stage theatrical productions
Fighting for the sake of retaining their seats
Shall we let our masses
Drown in the ocean of freebie expectation
Of misleading leaders
Dashing out brown envelopes
As silently and patiently wait for our turn
Shall we not promote high tech innovation in this land
But stick to making candles and soap detergents
As nations build hotels in space
Shall we remain locked up in high table mindsets
Fearing competition with the rest of the word
In trade and investment
As if wear a photocopy of their brains
Shall we do something about these things?
How long shall we be quiet on the apolitical corporate
Who discuss issues in their air conditioned offices
Tweeting about everything
Whatsapping everything
Sharing links of everything
Literary gossiping and spectating about everything
And here we stand
Ashamed no more of the nudity of our brains
Just as we gave up on that of the flesh
Shall we do something about these things?