Poem: What Will Our Generation Do?

I spent a month in Kempala, Uganda, Eastern Africa
See the people were beautiful
The air was smoggy as fuck
Because the streets are over stacked
With your secondhand trucks
Barefoot kids in the road wear your secondhand clothes
Did you know?

That this is paradise, reimagined
Redistributed in a colonial fashion
No ice in the mix of Waragi and passion
Fruit juice to beat the heat and kick up the action

Hey baby pass the matokay, mash it up and it's ok
If the road is full of holes, most don't got a car anyway
And the stations been out of gas since last Tuesday

So take a walk with me through the banana trees
And I'll show you where the executions used to be held publicly
In the days of Edi Ameen

See between the unseen and the overlooked
I wonder how many lives that psychos army took
Because deep run the cracks in the foundation that he shook
And soon do the facts become mythology in books

Now let's move on from Kempala
And instead I can show you all the
Beasties that roamed here before the roads
And the cars that spew massive amounts of lethal smoke
And here's one thing I think you all should know:

They're drilling for oil in the animal reserves
Yeah, they've got a lot of fucking nerve
So now the US can go to war there too
And then what the hell will our generation do?

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