Whatever happened br To the poets of Uganda? br In the meantime – br We were as perfect as their bones could predict br We could not squander what they did not achieve br They heavy dead br We light and loving br br Too human for politics br Deaf to abasement, to dictator’s fame br To the cackle of the fisted man br In the hours of giving br br Please live with us, they say br Please touch us lovingly br br I will be a husband to my brothers br Give you passion gently br Dwelling at your beauty br For all our poet-sakes.