REPOSE
No one ever wants you to visit
even to talk about you
your so inhuman
every one calls you his name
i hear in Lusoga they call you walumbe
in kiswahili they call you kifo
and in french la mort
you come in a silent way
and leave no footprints behind
but only grief in our veins
you take laughters of our beautiful people
you take them with no departure echo
and hide them in the styx
where we'll never hear from them
you've claimed lives of innocent children
you've separated loved ones
even the great men have left us
what do we owe you
that makes you behave this way
would you leave us
if we gave you gold and diamonds?
Every time you pass by
you leave mothers and children mourning
and eyes of men glued to the sky
thinking on how they will also
leave suddenly and
leave with out saying goodbye
to their children and wives
Oh walumbe! kifo! la mort!
why don't you have mercy
and stop making us pass
Through this painful journey.
