Death Of My Better Half. Poem by DEDAN ONYANGO

Death Of My Better Half.



I feel betrayed
By the clouds
That now looks
Down on me.
Clouds that have
Refused to come
To my rescue,
Now my better
Half is lying lifeless!

I feel betrayed
By the cracked earth
That now grimaces
At my sorry state,
My better half
Could not chew
The brown tasteless
Soil that now
Has numerous tributaries
Of green less glare.

I feel betrayed
By the only dam
That now has gone dumb,
Not even a drop of hope
Is there to help
My better half cope,
I recall counting
Bones on her fleshless body
One by one.

I feel betrayed
By the local leader
Who only appears
When my better half
Has disappeared;
On our Battery deprived radios
We hear him
Speak, speak nothing
But lies, lies that say
The truth.

I feel relieved
That sooner I will
Be with my better half
In a world that the sun
Never sets,
In the world where grass
Never stops growing,
In the world where rain
Never stops raining,
Until then,
I have to survive!

Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: drought
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