Jesus Wept
Karugyembe
Hungry children, each the height of a bucket
Bloodshot eyes
Unshed tears
Rugs stitched together to clothe their bony bodies
Shallow pockets
Not a penny at hand
False confidence
Unfulfilled promises
The pot-bellied politician served his hot air
And fled
Lest his eyes should be scooped out by a hungry populace.
Kampala
Hungry children,
Mothered and fathered by humans incognito
Nurtured and sharpened by the hospitable streets
Hands, thin like wire mesh
Palms stretched out
Begging for anything edible
Empty pockets
And narrower brains, perhaps
A learned people
Screaming in tongues incoherent
Praying to gods unknown
For deliverance from the den they plunged themselves into;
A life president
Jesus wept
So do we .
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