An answer to "City Without Poets" Assertions

"Do you hear the limping eunuchs mocking you that you are a useless mother who lacks even a praise singer to eulogise your fading beauty?"

A rugged poem
 
By Victor Logala,

(An answer to a writer/journalist who called Juba "Capital city without poets"). 
 
Spare a thought for this rugged poem, not a poem, without a stinging tail, yet lays no claim to my city without poets, dead or alive.
My dear Juba, when did you become barren and failing to produce a poet?
Are your ovaries punctured and tits chewed with literary cancer you can’t afford to breastfeed and raise a baby poet?
Do you hear the limping eunuchs mocking you that you are a useless mother who lacks even a praise singer to eulogise your fading beauty?
What heap of shame like carrion do you carry on your head?
Your fading moniker is the Princess of the Nile, but the River Nile is drying hollow, fanning sand into the food for the wedding feast postponed overtime.
Your potholed streets are only walked by dreadlocked mad people whose zipped lips cannot utter a line of verse.
Let the guns, big and small, do the talking in cross conversation until weeping lyrics are produced to mourn a mother without poets, dead or alive.
@Victor Lugala 2017

  

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