Lamentation of the Wise Man

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The Poem mocks the people who hate truth and do wrong when they actually know the right thing to do and end up looking at those doing good and fighting to make the world a better place as fools and good for nothing. It portrays a society that embraces evil and fights good people. the poet therefore decides to take a negative aspect to bring out the bad side of the society.

 

Lamentation of the Wise man

 

When fools take over the chair of wisemen

 

 Wisemen become fools  as fools  become  

 

masters of wisdom, the beconies of truth 

 

And in foolishness they have become 

 

they lament;

 

For now truth is twisted and honesty raped 

 

As Lie becomes measuring scale balance 

 

And in that foolishness they have become

 

that they see light and truth 

 

 Only them  they see sun rising from west

 

And setting in south, thanks to scientific wisdom

 

In foolery have they awakened to see the unseen

 

In foolishness only them  seen a bull giving birth

 

A baby suckling its father, thanks to Gender equality

 

And have seen the blind leading the two eyed

 

Be wise don’t fall, we always care for you, they say

 

In foolishness only them seen the poor giving to the rich

 

Bring that little penny I will plan for you he says

 

In their foolishness they seen gigantic projects

 

Where hens produce cows and the poor milk them

 

In foolishness only  them have seen women

 

Put on trousers and boom they grow testicles

 

In their foolishness as they have been christened

 

They mute for the fools turned wise men  to speak

 

Showering praises to the rust-iron hearted angel

 

They chant;

 

 Thanks for killing our children they deserved it 

 

They were stubborn, they did not belong to us 

 

I am a devil’s child,for I have stood for truth 

 

Fortifying my people against oppression 

 

And my heart sinned because though;

 

I don’t have a mouth I have spitted on the holy one

 

And that  am possessed by evil spirits, a legion or two

 

For

I prophecy in Christ Jesus not the holy one

 

they are  foolish for they know the colour of a lie

 

They are foolish

 

For  sleeping like a babies, so peaceful.

 

And there they rest burying wisdom 

 

as foolishness takes the place of wisdom

 

And darkness comouflages light

 

to light for the innocent world 

 

©Dias Nyesiga 2021


Submitted: August 28, 2021

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