Bunguswa Writes.

You'd be back like a thief you said, These are dark days; bewilderment galores, We're deep in the embrace of the snares Drawing in each day's facade And in a cruel embrace of malice, Our smiles are a rejoinder of glaring lies. Could we have killed you in the latter thief? Upsetting calmness that once reigned, And now we've to content with a world scorched, Sunbathing in self-inflicted grief? But each day we relight the fire Conscious of ramifications so dire. Which way, dear God, Is the path to thy throne? In the quest for a lost star, or created femine, Or by the slasher of the SERVANTS'° guard? Look our way and wipe our tears Resuscitate us to overcome these fears. Has inadequacy of heavenly tears denied us pure water? Casting us on transit to the ocean to god of the rising tide to offer our confession and look upto dear heaven for laughter? Which way, dear God, off our shoulder unburden this load. Which ways should we loathe, for jesus° now sojourns i...

We've scaled up the mountain of hope, Oblivious of the rain and mad slides. Optimism has had us lock out shreds of doubt Building castles of expectations Against the reverses of ordinary achievements Based on our wind written scripts. And every second the wind changes direction  Every minute the south westerly rivals the easterly, Leaving us in utter bewilderment To battle a monster we've created in our minds.  Every hour we slide down the mountain Everyday our beautiful castles are reduced to rabbles And we keep inching to the noose For earth still reddens at the sun's glow And the heavenly tears, So does the ashes rest in the common urn. ©Bunguswa™