Thick Blood In The City Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBBBCDBEBFGHBIJBBB KDHeavy thick lumps of blood on the streets of Kampala | A |
Loud noise and cries from all the corners | B |
from old and young moppets | B |
Bullet sounds and teargas fume pollutions | B |
Babies weeping for their slaughtered mothers | B |
Smiles on the faces of the killers | B |
For to them killing is a game | C |
Robbers looting of peoples property | D |
Pale skinned young boys dressed in red shirts and ballets | B |
Screaming people power our power | E |
Burning tire and throwing stones to the oppressors | B |
Who should we report to | F |
Because also the African gods have not intervened | G |
Who should we look at | H |
Because they are our fellow brothers taking our lives | B |
Our country is now a slaughtering stage | I |
Of human flesh | J |
Burial ceremonies have now turned into parties | B |
For when the sun comes out we lose our beloved ones | B |
The African Gods and the black man ancestors | B |
Please intervene before the perishing of the black man | K |
But we are all fed up of the smells of human blood in our city | D |
Andrew Bugembe
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 11/24/2020
Poet's note: in a coutry driven by dictatorship were democracy is a myth,and leaders dont want to give out their powers to others, for thirty five years his been the president but their comes out a young boy with great ideas to lead uganda. instead of accepting defeat the leader resorts to atrocities scaring the the young people to take the power.
i feel so downtroden and
i feel so sad
i feel abnormal right now
for we lost men and women of integrity
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