The Night Poem by Joyce Rwambali

To the fair breeze of the wind;
To the sweet talks, prolonged;
To the dark sky that frowned;
And to the darts that were sharply pined.

To the stars that shone so bright;
To the moon that became whole again;
To the men that drunk and gained
And to the men, that brought about a gruesome fight.

To the sweet couples that watched the stars;
to the ghoulish horror story told;
To the men locked behind bars;
And to the church that praised God on Christmas Eve.

The beauty of the night is at ease.
The day has come too soon;
The beauty of the night is gone;
The hours were wasted;
The men still need their sleep;
The babies are born to a new dawn.
The beauty of the night is hidden,
'Til another night, the cycle returns.