Just of recent a new archer has
been deployed in our town
from the capital city,
And he is well known for his
magical arrow on the bowstring.

He is not like us!
He has the fastest horse,
He has the sharpest arrow
on the bowstring,
And he has the highest command
in the troops of our town.

Yesterday someone broke into
our granary and took all the grain,
Just a few days after the archer's
inauguration feast,
and very soon we shall die of hunger.

Of course I couldn't sit back home
in peace, and so today early in the
morning I visited the archer's office
to seek for his security service.

My dear children please forgive me
for leaving you home alone
without food and company,
And please wait for me till I come back.

Wait for me because I must hunt
for the thief on my own,
Wait for me because
I must seek for justice on my own,
And I must go because the famous archer has said he has no horse
to ride and that over the years even
his sharpest arrow has become blunt.

Taremwa Asaph
Food Of The Soul Poetry
"...a therapy for your soul"
#Uganda at 60 #Unearthing PREA

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