Collaborative poem by:
Stephen Mupoto [Ngugi W***iri]
Norman Mwale [The PenPusher]
In this garden are toxic turds,
Hibernating behind these colorful flowers.
They are the worm that drains the sap,
And leave the flower drooled,
And withered.
Deep inside the heart of these flowers,
Lies the fairies and ivys,
That fly on depressed wings,
To herald the death of a world,
That is blind,
When the turds suck the blood,
And usurp the fragile flowers,
With the borrowed power
They tenaciously hold on to,
All drool in piety and submission.
These over furting turds
Over flood the demesne with sower
Worm
That burrow through the brainpan of
Rotting life.
In the ring of criminals
The feeble crap beetles crisscross
In their befuddlement, rolling
The orbicular ball not anywhere
For its unsecured meal under this Political catacomb,
With the lingering shadow
Of the sanguine vulture entoning life's Petals
That conk in this uphill blindness!
©ngugi
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