NOT MY LAND
By Isaac Kiiza Tibasiima
Monday, May 30, 2011.
This isn’t my land
I am alien
The roads are policed
The green surrounding it
Makes me think twice:
Was I born here?
This isn’t my land
My voice is stifled
My freedom chocked
My rights doubted
And I was born here?
Yeah yeah, I was
And yet I am torn herein.
This isn’t my land
To walk, permission I seek
To talk, censorship determines
To fly, a letter signed
To be, questions asked
And oh yes, I am told
This is my land
This isn’t my land
For if it were
I’d be a flying eagle
But caged am I always
Like a stranger, I walk
Knowing I am dead
In the land of my fathers.
My land?
Isaac Kiiza Tibasiima is an Ugandan writer, poet and academic. He is based at Makerere University, Kampala, Uganda.
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