I will not buy your tobacco
I won't buy your tobacco
I will not let you sink my boat
I won't let you sing my thoughts;
Sing to free me, plead to free me.

Love me like Cupid, desire so stupid
Your tongue upon a boot it's leaning
Justice, a Benz, pimping, so said
Desire not to bend to pick the peanuts, you're not dense.
That's hope on a thread and like Milton
It's dead.

I won't buy your tobacco
To choke me on nicotine
you would rather call me an empty tin
because I choose to drag the capitalist.

Community, society, hear ye!
I call upon you to heal me,
Not to hail me
like the capitalist;
I am praying for your naivety
Suffocating free thought,
selling you your freedom
So do not buy tobacco
Do not say mpako.

I will not buy your tobacco
It's a charm of free doom
I won't buy your tobacco
For a chance of freedom
We cannot laugh and let it go
Where anyway?!
When the roads are filled with portholes,
And the bridges want to let go
Like the patients in Mulago.

Tobakko, I dare you!
Sell not your freedom for free doom
Lose your soul so that you do feel not the portholes.
Or breathe in the dust or soot
On your suit, wear not the oppression symbol
Clap not the cymbals when you celebrate your freedom

I hope free air is free
For them to feel free and breathe
Not soot or dust, but peace
Let them rejoice for justice served
And their children, forever satisfied,
Educated, patriotic, but not for the stars.

Free the air, rebuke the heir
May democracy burn like a flare on a street fair
May I pay my fare to you without fear,
Sleep in tranquillity, wake to equity
Weigh my sacrifices with your services
And belch satisfactorily.

Well, I did not buy your tobacco
So I have my freedom.
I beg to speak, so be it if I bleed
We won't plead or fight
for words are cheap, and war is but delight
So, we won't buy your tobacco
For a chance to chant freedom.

-thehandwritten-