The Mad Dog and a Pet Lion
Submitted by Tamany Dual
The poem below was written about the events of #UGDecides2021. The author shares their feelings, thoughts, and emotions about the elections period and the election results.
Mom and dad tell me
And I listen quietly
They tell me they had a puppy
From their own they fed him
With speed, it grew in size, in strength
Soon, its age overtook its beauty
The age brought with it … was it rabies?
Some said a type of “dog madness”
The bitch became a nuisance
O! What could they do?
Chain it? But how? It was a menace all over
Kill it? But how? A mad and angry hound?
Relief! Relief! Look, a lion cub in a nearby bush
Could it draw near to save us
Sure, near and near it drew
Near and near our rescue drew
The cub entered in
It pounced onto its prey;
Bum! The hound was gone
Ah! At last, the one burden is no more
We gave milk to the cub
Even our own, the potatoes and meat
Make him domesticated, we envisioned
Where we lived, he lived and in comfort
Time passed the cub grew into a lion
Milk and potatoes and food, we bought more
But alas! It was lion not a dog
For a lion it had been; and a lion it grew to be
A puzzle. Which was better, preferable?
A savior lion or a pet dog?
We were back to the original danger.
Getting rid of the lion was a huge dilemma
The strange thing, a big one
To the dog, mom and dad were bad masters
To the lion my parents were a meal
Time, it was just a question of time
My parents were at a loss as to what to do
I implored them to coin the solution, their answer, angazi
Perhaps, they whispered, just be of age you will know how
Yes, grow muscles and grow brain, you will do it
It is still on my brain and I have sleepless nights
For how I inherit my parents’ house with a lion as master?
Yes, it is still on my mind and sure, I should not rest
Till I am master of the house, and never be docile thereafter