LABASS. S. Degro
O-innocent Arendi
Has no favour
For vultures loom all over
In the neighborhood
On rampage for its pea hen- wings.
O- innocent Arendi;
My only fowl to worry
And me; to worry about
To whom shall I entrust thee?
For soon I will be away
And thy wings shall grow more
Beautiful and huge for the
Starving vultures to hold grip
With their lustful ulcer:
A sabotage.
O-innocent Arendi,
To whom shall I entrust thee?
For I will soon be away
To sweat for thy marsh and
Through the plantations, I will gather you enough pellets
For indoor feeding.
O- innocent Arendi,
As you fly to scratch
In the neighborhood farm of
Nson – a rabbi vulture,
Please invite the Bass to hold
Thy spur and give a bloody nose
To the rich man whose
Decree eats any fowl across his farm
But…but…but…
Keep the Bass to date of thy
Whereabouts for I Mugisha,
Will soon be away to fend.
O-innocent Arendi,
Look, and behold:
The hour is at hand
When Artin will wait in the
Mutooma at the bottom of this
Village hill,
From which they view this top
By panaroma
And at the crossroads, Nson
Awaits for any favour
Amidst this fever by rumours
But…but..but…
I Mugisha your master,
Has to worry about my
Only fowl without foul
And neither a favour
But…but…but…
Thou shalt die in the epilogue.
LABASS.S.Degro.
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