Donate Poetry

The dream I will dream

As I go to bed today

After the errands with my bossy boss

After surviving a crush by a speeding police car

Yes, after the crossing of roads and ideas

And after a quarrel with the shopkeeper-

Over the exorbitant prices of commodities.

I want to rest!

I will sleep. Oh!

I will rest and hope to have a dream.

 

I hope to dream a dream;

A dream that our education system is producing providers.

Not seekers

A dream that when we agree among ourselves here,

Here on this soil, even heaven agrees.

That we don’t change because of individualism.

A dream that our constitution will never again cry over defilement

That when prices of goods and services skyrocket

Our leaders choose reasons over excuses

 

I want to dream a dream.

A dream that when we must elect an important person on this land

We don’t go to Kyankwanzi

That we freely came out of our houses

That we went and voted

We were not thrown coins at like dogs

 

I want to dream that when people die on this land

They too can die naturally

That dream that our hope is no longer the next general election

That it is now the next generation

The dream of real hope

Not that of this pretense

I want a Pharoah dream

Not Ahab’s

A dream of solution

Not these dreams of destruction.

So, help me God!

                        Wabwire Ronald – 12th April, 2023