Labass. S. Degro
I will say you came by my embrace
To suckle my mother’s nipple
Whose colostrum fostered
A bulge tender bald.
I will consent that my
Predecessor’s invitation
To a vampire-through
A mediator’s letter written
By none him-from whom I spring
Tamed us as inmates.
I will hail AKORIMO .K.,
Who stood in his short pants
With his arms playing
A pulley- like any organist
In a lower-raise symbiosis.
I will read you
Dear alighted visitors,
The death of our Uhuru:
“dear English, we resent thy
Sabotage on our mental sufficiency and autonomy
Thy bombs, the shells,
The repatriated precious stone
Of Kilembe, our cotton from
Namasagali in present day
Sister Kamuli
And our tobacco from brother Pakwach.
Did you ever give back without
Stringes?”
And as I read you this
‘Common people’s letter,”
What have you to say without shame?
Labass. S. Degro
+256 700133179(Whatsapp)
Is a poet brought to earth in a local kitchen in
Rwijogoro. All glory to God.
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