Die like your fake democracy

EULOGY 

When a supposed former leader imposes himself upon a nation

He only becomes a despised dictator

The people will resist with utmost silent vigour

The theft of their will for change, to be governed differently

That is an abomination never forgivable

As they look up to providence for solace

They wish that your end may come in haste

That this Nation, sewn together by a paste of bubble gum

Shall not be torn apart by anger of betrayal and frustration

To die like your fake democracy.

You dictator

It is a pity that you are contemptuous of our collective will

We are a peaceful lot with a poisoned mind

We reject you and despise you in equal proportions

We even sneer at you, with all your weapons and thudding boots in our hoods

Our solidarity and resolve to depose you is in-situ

The ticking time is all that matters, now

For, inside you, you know that you are alone,

Languishing at the departure lounge, about gone!

The People are not with you, and so are their will,

Withdrawn conscientiously in demise with with your fake democracy.

You pitiful dictator

Your boys in camouflage may subdue us and imprison us in our homes

But they only imprisoned our physical bodies, not our mind, spirit or will

Above all, we pay them to guard us, not torment us

But they torture us and dehumanize us, anyway

It is as if we procure these absurdity and pay for insecurity

However, the horizon is moving closer

The mirage of change is cast upon us, inevitably

Inscribed in your mind that we have envisioned a peaceful Uganda

Reborn with a prospering democracy, all without you.

You flagellant dictator,

When you are all gone, we shall bid farewell to your corruption

We shall celebrate the end of your nepotism

We shall cure ourselves of your sectarianism

We shall lay the skulls of Luwero to a proper rest

We shall console the Northerners and seek for reconciliation

We shall restore equity in our social systems

We shall educate our children and create a better future for them

We shall be a free people!

You inglorious dictator,

In our mind, you are history, gone before February 18th

Never again shall you be the President, you are a watershed dictator

Never again shall your legacy matter, it is now like snow flakes

Never again shall you be free, imprisoned by guilt and dishonour

You will need that body armour to protect your conscience

Your best companion shall be that bullet-proof tunnel

Your words shall be empty, never to move a hair on a man's head

Your presence shall evoke rejection of a vote thief

You are condemned

To die pitifully like your fake democracy!

End.