THE BARD: WE WILL NOT BE CIRCUMCISED

THE BARD: WE WILL NOT BE CIRCUMCISED: WE WILL NOT BE CIRCUMCISED We will not be circumcised; For as long as I can remember, We have been undermined, Disenfranchised and para...

WE WILL NOT BE CIRCUMCISED

WE WILL NOT BE CIRCUMCISED

We will not be circumcised;
For as long as I can remember,
We have been undermined,
Disenfranchised and paralysed.
We have been stigmatised,
Brutalised and quite frankly sodomised.

We will not be circumcised;
For a very long time,
You have held us at gun point,
Eagerly pressing the finger joint of the trigger
So that you have our guts splattering all over like dropped coins.
You have called us names,
Names that are devoid of praise;
Musiru gwe,
You say.
You have called us lazy, crazy
And rumour mongering chimpanzees.
You have riddled us with shame,
Showered us with blame
And stripped us of our manes.

We will not be circumcised,
You have broken our hearts,
Spit on the creative arts,
Stolen our body parts,
Showed us death charts
And soiled our breakfast.

But we will not be circumcised;
For our greatness lies
In our identity.
In what we see, what is before our eyes.
What is in our spirits, souls, hearts and minds,
And not what is between our thighs.

We will not be circumcised;
For our minds are awoken to the path of the token,
Our spirits may be unhinged but they are not broken.
Our chins are chiseled  
But are firmly lifted high up into the sky.
Our countenance is steadfast and will never die;
We hold our confidence with pride.

We will not be circumcised;
You will have to attend the ritual cleansing alone
Because our fortitude,
Our minds and our foreskins are set to remain on
And strong!!!

A poem by Bruno Edgard

A LEADER CANNOT BE TAMED

A LEADER CANNOT BE TAMED

A leader cannot be tamed!!!

Step forth into the great domain

And look onto the horizon

Onto the lush savanna plains,

And you will see that

You are meant to conquer, multiply and not maintain!!!

A leader cannot be tamed!!!

Once that halo is above your head,

A different path you are destined to tread;

One with rocky paths and short nights on your bed.

You know that you have to wake up early in the morning,

That at that time till late;

The sheep need to be fed,

Need to be bred;

You always need to keep a steady head,

Because!!!

A leader cannot be tamed!!!

Multiplying influence is the game

And in this game;

There is often a lot of criticism,

Often a lot of cynicism,

Often a lot of sarcasm;

But in your arsenal;

Sacrifice and countenance

Are firmly in your stead,

You think with your head,

On paths of knowledge and wisdom you tread.

A leader cannot be tamed!!!

For it is written as part of all our membranes

That we must multiply sustenance all over the world

Without any restraint...

...A leader cannot be tamed!!!

For the world is counting on it,

Counting on YOU!!!

To lead the sheep to the shed,

To lead the heavens down softly to earth's bed,

To open the eyes of those who are engulfed in darkness,

To feed the hungry who sorely need to be fed,

To bridge the gap between the can't do and the can do,

To bring faith and prosperity to the weary

To be the shoulder that everyone lean's on...

...To be the light that is always switched on!!!

You see a leader cannot be tamed!!!

For the world is counting on you

To multiply your influence!!!

A poem by Bruno Edgard. 

THE BARD: WHAT IS RACISM?

THE BARD: WHAT IS RACISM?: WHAT IS RACISM? What is racism? Some people call it The true face of fascism, And the true calling of the Nazi regime. Is rac...

WHAT IS RACISM?

WHAT IS RACISM?

What is racism?

Some people call it

The true face of fascism,

And the true calling of the Nazi regime.

Is racism just about color?

Is it white against black?

Is it black against white?

Or is it even black against black?

I know that there are different terms

And different faces of it.

So what is it?

A trusted source informed me

That racism also means

Urban black against rural black.

Is racism the placard 

That many disillusioned blacks carry as

They chant through streets that have monuments?

Or is it the pressure that

Africans and African governments daily feel from Western governments?

Is racism found 

In the green card 

That has thrice been denied

To those of steadfast African pride?

Or is it in the "blackish" racial slurs

That we blacks often point towards those that are white?

Is racism and segregation

The selfish pride with which we

Boast about our different tribes?

Or is it a thing as trivial as

The subtle differences between you and I?

Huh!!! Man!!! you tell me,

There is an ongoing Ugandan notion

That the Baganda and the Banyankole

Cannot sit at the same table

Nor look each other in the eye;

That the north and south of Sudan

Cannot come together to make peace.

This is what racism really is;

The dividing lines are not just drawn by color,

It is not just as simple as black versus white.

No, it is the line that is drawn between you and I.

It is that time;

When I turn my face away from my brother's eye,

It is that time when we close our

Homes to the people that war is trying to find.

It is that day;

When to our brothers and sisters

We stop being kind.

It is the act of our hearts being blind

To the plight of our fellow mankind;

Be him black, brown, purple or white.

It is the short and fast exit

That was taken by the proponents of Brexit.

Racism is when we think that we are too superior

That we turn our backs from humanity,

From brotherhood;

Be him black, brown, purple or white.

A Poem written by Bruno Edgard.

THE BARD: PERSPECTIVETell me what you seeTell me what you he...

THE BARD: PERSPECTIVETell me what you seeTell me what you he...: PERSPECTIVE Tell me what you see Tell me what you hear, Tell me what you think is clear. There are many voices speaking, There ...

PERSPECTIVE

Tell me what you see

Tell me what you hear,

Tell me what you think is clear.

There are many voices speaking,

There are many ghosts in corners squeaking.

Everybody is shouting loud,

Nobody is getting heard.

Everyone is saying something,

And yet everyone is hearing nothing.

Is Donald Trump really colluding with Russia?

If so, is it really a bad thing?

Is the "democracy" of the democrats out to get him?

Or is it just a losers' witch hunt?

Nothing is ever as straight forward as it seems,

Especially in the political scene.

Politics is like a girl who is humble and virgin at morning light

And yet displays all her amenities by night.

Is the Ugandan government the only villain in the story?

Is there an opposition party?

Or are they different sides of the same coin?

Isn't everyone centrally a racist?

When we turn our backs on our brothers and sisters;

Of different tribes and different colors;

Isn't that what racism really means?

How can we really end racism

When as black people we display racism towards whites?

Is light better than darkness?

Or is darkness the sweet prequel before light?

Are we who we say we are?

Do you intend to keep your word when you shake that hand?

Do you intend to truly Love that girl when you put that ring through her finger?

Can you honestly say you fight for justice

When towards that child you pull the trigger?

Can I honestly say that I am who I'd say I would be?

Can I honestly say that the person that you meet everyday is really me?