WHERE'S THE HELP

Poem By Tumugonze Olga Naomi
Publicity Coordinator IJM-UCU Chapter

Its the world today,

the world where a child

without a mother or a father

brother or sister,

Has to scratch the ends of this earth to survive.

They cry out from the streets,

They struggle through the slums,

They fight through the Ghettos;"Government Etuyambe"

But I say, where's the help they seek...

And then again I see,

I see these men and women

Whose souls are as pure as the driven snow,

turn into old misery guts without a know.

They wait and hope helplessly in cell corners,

with all the fears of this world drenched in their eyes.

They deny them freedom,

They deny them bail,

like they have no pain.

But I say, where's the help they seek...

The woman living next door to you struggles to survive

As she waits for her little pay to arrive

She feeds her little ones with left overs

Looking down at her belly bump,

for the one that is yet to come.

But she has nothing and feels like her life is over

She has no stars left in her eyes,

and doesn't let the struggles of life weigh her down

As she's up at the crack of dawn.

But I say, where's the help she seeks...

We are a christ driven nation,

filled with a lot of passion

But in search for the truth,

all we hear is propaganda.

But I say, for the help they seek,

we shall provide

For the law and rules, we shall abide

And for justice, we shall achieve.