|The African Saga (FEMRITE Publications, 1998, 102 p.)|
|Poems of Protest|
I laugh with alt the skulls
Amin holds in his hand
With all those perched on his shoulder
And the ones in an infinite queue
Behind his back.
I laugh with the victims of the
1977 firing squad
They were dead long before
The guns fired
I laugh at bullets wasted.
I chuckle with the heads of schools
Across the nation
It tickles to extract money
From an army of tortured widows.
I laugh with the ghost of Kay Amin
Remembering Amin astride her dismembered body
Calling her a wicked woman
Before their bereaved children.
O how I laugh!