Mama Ruth

 MAMA RUTH

Mornings often bring joy 

But this Tuesday was not 

People running about;

Containers being scraped 

And so was Mama Ruth

Weeping in the roundabout!

Her tears

Her grief 

How she felt

After her only hope

Was shattered 

She stood there agape 

As her four-years sweat

Was being carried away 

That's the problem anyway 

When government comes to stay!

It's been her soul for years 

Her little kiosk had wiped her tears 

Ruth had just made two years 

And that is her most fear 

Now left in shambles,who cares?

Ye mama ye Tata 

She has a toddler to raise

Her only hope and praise 

Shattered by a new program 

Evacuation!

She's been evacuated,

Will she be..

Compensated?

Will her joy be restored?

Who will provide for little Ruth?

Will she ever be educated?

Like that Minister's daughter

Living a good life in Nakasero

Mama Ruth was treated unfairly 

And nothing done barely 

She remains speechless 

 Who, ever argues

With orders from above?

Oh Uganda 

The land that feeds us

By tears and fertile poverty 

Grown!

(TimmyPoet x Mariam@VnV)