The Pope’s visit
The pope came last week
On a stately visit
And what a commotion there was
To receive the holiest man on earth
The roads were swept, the walls repainted
All the old buildings face lifted
Our small shrine to the martyr in Munyonyo
Is now nothing less than a cathedral
I went there a few weeks ago, with my own eyes to see
What had become of our old sanctuary
The choir and ushers had grown fifteen fold it seemed
Filled with strangers I had never before seen
The floor was tiled and sparkling clean
That the church goers feared to step on it
The polish priest came to preach morning mass
The villagers shaking their heads pretending to understand
Smiling back in contemplating philosophy when he was smiling
T
heir faces beaming with pride at having a white priest.
The pope came and went last week
Only stopping briefly to brush the dust off his feet
And now the beggars are back on the street
The dust on the roads threatening anarchy
The magnificent shrine of Munyonyo
Its beauty little dimmed if dimmed at all,
Is filled once again, though this time not with people
But by the voices of the small congregation and their echo.
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