SMART OLD LADY

The sky in rounds and circles who can describe 

An old man, in the wing of blind  young ladies 

Give peace for the voiceless, who knows your acts 

The smart old lady, drove an air force on a lake 

Skipping boundaries of privacy, the pilot! driving

The generation juices are no fruits bitter no butter 

Conduct zero, no private jats what can you fuel 

Respect zero, up on gardeners trees like hanging mangoes 

Responsibility zero, drying trees in Savannah grasslands 

The smart old lady, narrated a story, in the ancient times 

The old man, in locomotion, no shame, bad defender

They eat fresh, burst in fruit gardens, serve money no honey 

The old trains, what if they were role models to their pilots 

Ring round in the circle to save generations of them, ring 

Am an ambassador of ink, my love is settled no worries 

Just the Shakespeare spirit confronts my room of rest, no rest

I will pull the track off the road when you don't style up

Ha! The animal ate a new face in the park, in a uniform 

Wait when the Lions gain sense of law they will hold you accountable 

Readers enjoy the poetry music, my ink pot is at total dry, proud 

(Ssekyanzi A Destiny)