Imagine a life full of sorrow, regret and pain!!
From the very first to the very last,
With every day seeming the same,
No joy, no laughter or smile,
Just tears and shame, with gloomy faces.
In tattered clothes they roam,
Always in search of a home
Begging and sometimes fasting,
Their lives are never rosy.
The same Karamojong teenagers,
With their Babies,
Leaving a life of pain, so vast no food,
No joy, just a future so coy,
Young and old, men, women, and girls,
All are suffering in their world with Pale and scaly skin,
Countless lice eggs in their hair with dirty nauseating unwashed clothes,
It's such a sin they might have committed,
Blood red eyes and dirty coiled hair,
In their place they are always aware,
Pondering and afraid of what the next day will bring,
Insulted, laughed at, and arrested,
For living a life as they have tested.
As early as three,
They have tasted all sorts of dangerous drugs
They have found a resting place in marijuana, kuba, cigarette, alcohol,
The list goes on and on,
Don’t they really have care-takers,
Do they really have a creator,
And If they have one, could he be the same as ours?
Is it a sin they committed, to deserve such a life,
So cruel and so unfit?
Why are they on the streets of all cities,
Seen as less, and always in need
Are they not human like us,
With hearts and souls,
Do they not bleed?
Do they not deserve to live a life?
Free from suffering and strife.
Do they not deserve a place?
Where they can smile and also embrace.
I love the Karamojongs,
But their lives deserve a song
A song of hope and love,
A brighter future,
Where they will all belong.
Andrew Bugembe