Poem By RONALD K SSEKAJJA
I find petals past lining prints
And I call it fine for awareness's hints
And we travel, by night and by day
And when our hope fades what shall we say?
When we wake to the reality
That all that we believed in was vanity
And that we can no longer print that certainty
That heart melt for lack of clarity
What is it then my fretting friend?
When what I can say in your heart can't descend
We will say it no more, hide no more and meet no more
But if we say such things so, recite them so, spell them so
Will our children find the courage to stand and live?
Or they will only toil to find a way to survive
We decide now, we fight now, we revive the spirit now
For the time to change the writing on the wall is now