This is about the late butcher and dictator Idi Amin Dada and his Enigmatic Being. It brings forth, to the poetic world, his ruthlessness, and how he was percieved.
There once walked an ogre
Whose every step shook
This our dear mother land
Gentle giant they flattered him
As he sprouted out of the den
To be the pearl’s butcher
His slit eyes’ blood shot gaze
Scared the wits out of all, for
It was full of ill will
He always laughed alone
Because what amused him
Always scared the rest
He stained the pearl
With the blood of
Innocent mortals
His mind was small
His English shallow
With oversized ambitions
He lusted for every thing
Power, women and blood
Lust was his greatest mar
He loved the foolish
But hated the wise
It was so despicable
He stretched to stand so high
That when he fell back
He broke into tiny pieces
When he shed tears at last
He had almost no sympathy
None trusted him as friend
For all that this Idi did and said
None can know all Amin meant
Since the Dada is dead.
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