Short Tillers Poems

It is set to take the stage,
We see signs of its coming,
The tillers eagerly await,
Its visit brings life, hope and newness.



March 5, 2022
MARCH IN Poetry Contest...

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The season the tillers earnestly await,
The thirsty and parched celebrate,
The dead are awakened,
The weak are strengthened,
An envelope of life and beauty permeate.



February 18, 2022...

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Tillers cost up to three hundred dollars
I don’t need one, I have a puppy
He digs a hole every day to bury his face in
All I have to do is stake him out like a goat on a chain
Wherever I want my garden...

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Grey vapour sated clouds extend their chain 
Of rainy bursts and torrents at a glance
The hoarse throat whine from canyons weren’t in vain
As green shoot tillers bow to circumstance 
Rush petals weave a chain of svelte romance
On river banks where oak beam timbres fall 
Coy sika deer among his peers may crawl
Beyond that wetland canvass oiled  at birth
An embryonic chain encodes its wall
With nascent human trails to cosmic mirth...

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The roaring gun that knew no owners
The ghost incarnated in a metal 
groaning in the Pearl of Africa
Terminating the blood f cattle keepers
Hurtling the flesh of land tillers 
Tormenting landless hunters
Scaring away lions of Mburo
And leaving Mbarara homeless 

Samba Samba
The gun of a dictator
The gun that killed Ugandans
The gun that liberated Ugandans
The gun that we know better
As close friend and closest enemy 
The gun we still carry...

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