STANDING FIRM

There is hope, how endless they judge 

Working in dark, a lump under the bed 

Pushing minds south and pulling East 

The cat was let out of the basket, Truth 

The emperor who died years back, length 

A century of deception, which blood vessels 

Inhuman, a man who took a bus like a bike had to strike 

Give me the ink, writers are never hated, on (on record 

Hahaha, when the ink and paper lacks 

The candles blow themselves no Forces 

After role the judge, masters of bribe 

Ssekyanzi A Destiny