Home, Sweet Home,

Poem By RONALD K SSEKAJJA

Home, sweet home,

Home, sweet home,
There near the brown water river
Tinted with a few green algae
There besides purple jacaranda, pink and yellow tulip
Yellowing buffalo grass on the far side near the granary
Caladiums with unique pink and in the middle and green on the side
Home sweet home,
And I will never see such home again

There where we skipped the rope and played duulu
There where we had fun even when we had no costly toys
There were there was no hypocrisy, no worries, no sorrows,
Only joy in the home sweet home
The sun rose in the Far East in golden rays and I would watch it
Now I never see it because it rises
when I am inside the office every day
There were I would smell the freshness of blooming roses,
Now the only air is from an A/C or dusty air in the Kampala Suburbs

Home sweet home, there where I would call mother
Play with my sisters, ball with brother Or rush and hug father,
That home is no more, swept by modernization
And we sing no more by the fire in the open night
For every one coils in sofas to watch evening soaps
We hug no more, sing no more, we smile no more
For even when we do we don't do it with the heart
Because we lost that home sweet home

© ssekajja K Ronald 2013

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