In the spirit of Bob Dylan, I've written some lyrics about the Anti-Homosexuality Bill and Bahati, using the same meter as Dylan's "Only A Pawn In Their Game." Just as Dylan saw the white man who shot Medgar Evers as a pawn in the Southern white politician's game, I see MP David Bahati as a pawn in the religious right's game.
Feel free to sing my lyrics to Dylan's melody. His lyrics. Dylan singing them.
My lyrics:
A member from the back of the room swore the end to all gays
He was about to begin a crusade
He promised to throw them in jail
Even those who wouldn't tell
Who else was gay
Well he'd make them pay
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game
A group of Americans preaches to this African man
You can become Uganda's president one day
It's a sure fire way to climb with no skills they say
With his parliament voice
Used in the course
Of the religious right's plan
To rid gays from the land
But Bahati'll still stand
Behind all their hands
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game
Ssempa and Amiza they both know to yell with such force
They've got so much passion in their voice
But Bahati can't speak, he just giggles to the world like a fool
Cause it ain't his rule
To be so cruel
He just wants to win
Even if through sin
So he will aid their hate
And watch Amiza state
Devilic is lezbian
Perhaps it's him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game
From a small village he came, he was a nobody
But they picked him to lead the hate parade
And they taught him to speak to the press
And to always suggest
That gay recruiters
With their sneaky lures
Convert straights to gays
All over the place
Bahati makes space
For these lies to be embraced
Maybe he is to blame
For being their pawn in this game
The day the first homo is locked up for being himself
Foreign funds will start flowing from this land
And organizations will shut, leaving folks in a rut
HIV in every hut
But Bahati won't care
Cause he'll have got a bigger share
Of people voting his name
So to him it's all the same
The man who's the pawn in their gay-me
Feel free to sing my lyrics to Dylan's melody. His lyrics. Dylan singing them.
My lyrics:
A member from the back of the room swore the end to all gays
He was about to begin a crusade
He promised to throw them in jail
Even those who wouldn't tell
Who else was gay
Well he'd make them pay
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game
A group of Americans preaches to this African man
You can become Uganda's president one day
It's a sure fire way to climb with no skills they say
With his parliament voice
Used in the course
Of the religious right's plan
To rid gays from the land
But Bahati'll still stand
Behind all their hands
But he can't be blamed
He's only a pawn in their game
Ssempa and Amiza they both know to yell with such force
They've got so much passion in their voice
But Bahati can't speak, he just giggles to the world like a fool
Cause it ain't his rule
To be so cruel
He just wants to win
Even if through sin
So he will aid their hate
And watch Amiza state
Devilic is lezbian
Perhaps it's him to blame
He's only a pawn in their game
From a small village he came, he was a nobody
But they picked him to lead the hate parade
And they taught him to speak to the press
And to always suggest
That gay recruiters
With their sneaky lures
Convert straights to gays
All over the place
Bahati makes space
For these lies to be embraced
Maybe he is to blame
For being their pawn in this game
The day the first homo is locked up for being himself
Foreign funds will start flowing from this land
And organizations will shut, leaving folks in a rut
HIV in every hut
But Bahati won't care
Cause he'll have got a bigger share
Of people voting his name
So to him it's all the same
The man who's the pawn in their gay-me
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He is a pawn indeed.
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