POLITICS OF POVERTY
POLITICS OF POVERTY
We sailed intact
For many years in one boat
Scorning victory
After victory
On rough seas
Despite the ups
And downs of selfishness
We were determine
To said together ashore
At the bottom of the river Nile
Restless innocent souls
Thrown in the thousands
Forming a mountain
Since 1955
O! How fast
The past fades
Yet bubbles wail in pain
Re-vibrating echoes
From the ghost houses
From the white houses
Painfully calling
For unity of purpose
Who will be spared?
By those coward murders?
None of course
So don’t be deceived
Warns the dead souls
They will tell you
Of love, brotherhood
Mercy kindness realism
Promising nothing
Except powerless positions
And titles which
You foolishly accept
And get trapped
Like stray hungry dogs
Swimming in as sea
Of poverty
Dare we say a word?
About the suffering of
Our people
If we are men?
We are often threatened
What a challenge?
Yet some of us smile
And embrace to appease
The oppressors like hags
From our responsibilities
And take refugee
In mute complicities
For own ego sake
Then involve ourselves
In personalities
And character assassination
And self destruction
So we walk with heads bowed
To the ground
Hiding our bleeding hearts
Our people blood
Has weltered motherland
Freedom roots
That can not be shade in vain
Given the struggle a chance
Let us reconcile
And struggle side by side
Long live
Our just struggle
Aluta continua.
Long live motherland.
By Latio Lo Jaden
14/5/1995