August the month,
I hate you with passion,
You are the most sad month,
You often impeach manly happiness,
With abnormal efficacy of fate’s power,
Your vice and evil ploys borrows a lot,
From the throne of thy name’s selfish cradle,
Dumb-founding Fetish of the Roman self,
Though you gave me chance to visit the earth,
But in crude culture circumcissionally agonized
I hate you august for the demise of great lives,
You have swallowed to remove a living realm,
In the un-couth ways of cruelty on horn of fate,
You ate Ceaser, Cleopatra and Catholic Paul john II,
I now caution and warn you to stop your evil ways,
For the two fortnights you will be around wi’ us
Don’t scuttle man’s peace whatsoever possible,
Ah! ..here is a contrast to April is the worst month from Wasteland......liked the images....past incidents..Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hate not the month, but the happenings that accompanies it. A true depiction of Kenyan August. Good piece.