A Poem for Uganda: Our Wealth
A Poem for Uganda: Our Wealth It is now illegal to be a homosexual in Uganda. We went underground to escape the mist of colonialism. I take off your shirt to tattoo a prism, a machine gun, and a dove dripping blood from its heart. be a rainbow in the gale of life free of heavily-lidded eyes on the battlefield “Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable.”* Do not answer that middle-of-the-night-knocking at your door without resistance. We are no longer children of the half-light. artless fog man-on-man smithereens in a moment black-on-black blemish without a purpose · John F. Kennedy