GEORGEViLLE

I stared into the cold chapel across the casket Caught glimpse of my expressionless lifeless body lying still in that huge varnished wooden prison seemingly floating in a sea of hypocritical flowers and wreathes all my power and millions irrelevant From a distance, bewilderment served me  blows at the few people who sincerely mourned me I saw the futile efforts to feign grief They tried to lie, in vain, but their grins gave them away Deception presided as folks concocted good inexistent memories of me I saw them all scheming for the vast property and legacy I had left I scoffed at this, for the cut throat politics I had taught them would be their death I saw my family infiltrated, contaminated by greed My wives, raised to be sisters, plotting each other’s demise My sons laying it bare in air tight bloody war, their sisters picking sides A preference to spill their own blood to divide the dirty wad of cash I had left like spoils and booty from a conquest war At the

Don’t look at my face I abhor being in this place dread that it’s not a mere phase Jailed in this maze I cry for freedom…escape Hesitating though  at the thought of the cost Lust and tempting kisses chain me here so wrong yet so addictive  Doom impends over my head claws of death reaching out to clasp me Marked by my own…like Iscariot’s kiss of death Quivering and quickening at every sound and bark I lament of my ghosts and demons They that day after day cast nets To tear and drown me The skulls in my closet anchor me down  like a weight tied to a drowning man’s limbs My feet are slow, knees and limbs numb My lungs ache, defeat is calling Demise’s dark veil flying towards a doomed me Pity and despise from all the sadist witnesses I give in to futility and accept reality The Inevitable  End      George W Kiwanuka      @Georgewkiwanuka

I braved the grave scorching sun squeezing through the cocktails of folks and lads my mission was simple and pure To violently plead for an explanation From the loud demagogue at the podium demanding why five years down the road He’s returned to bask in the same unfilled promises as last Silently praying for answers My thirst to mete judgement was unquenchable-insatiable Looking at his lifeless eyes I planned to question about the wax that had successfully sealed his ears from  hearing the dying hungry’s cries during his tenure I failed to decipher his eyes from his heart and mind Immune to our wails yesterday, today he sang promises of self sacrifice He was the promised son he said…the long awaited Messiah Better schools, medication in hospitals, better pay even flawless 'kolansi' roads As I hungered for signs of shame from him, his obvious oblivious ՙabsence՚ hit me his body was there, but ՙhe՚ was in another realm-a glorious paradise A realm whose reali