HOPE OF TOMORROW

Life is a definition of itself 

Hold onto, so fold back 

The mercy of provision is himself 

Once it was now twice no luck 

At the back of the house 

Where water bodies are seen as hope 

Lamention of dead fish ceases the good 

Swimming poverty over seas weak rope 

Dieing live no hope all we try for food 

The green lights, in my house 

See! The red lights, in my compound 

No exit, even naive of your own they bounce 

In broad daylight none to find 

The world will learn that we aged 

Aged in pain, died trying to reach out goals 

Our own people betrayed 

Even when they looked clean only falls 

Much love proud poet because you trained triumph 

An old man so symbolic who to brief

                      (Ssekyanzi A Destiny)