Everyone loves my fragrance,
The young and old; rich and poor.
All craving for my presence.
I breathe strength to the weak.
I am power,
An unquenchable thirst to my host
Highly admired, highly priced
Never silenced!
Expensive in demand,
Emitting flames of fierce force.
Pride is the song of my soul.
Hitching my body for greater magnitude.
Lacking in love,
Authority, the pleasure of my desires.
Feigning love; forgetting karma; yet blessed with admirations.
Never overwhelmed with compassion!
Can I be purchased without gifting the demon I bear?
A holy evil to behold!
Guilt steals my rest.
Do you still want me?
Who can deactivate my nature?
No man! But the gracious Almighty!
Coated in the supernatural denatures my pride.
Breathing a powerful love, a miracle.
Read – Ode of the Autocrats – A Poem by Bwesigye Laurent, Uganda
