The World I See Poem by Isunge Mwangase

I hear them in unfinished houses
Making dins people should in bedrooms,
And within me many a thought arises,
'These teens- what sort of parent grooms?
Or have they lost their way on their own,
When are told to head left head right,
Taking every piece of advice as scorn-
Giving in to debauchery without a fight? '

I see them in dark corners at nightfall,
Making the stars fade with their sin,
They try to fly but hard they fall,
And look for healing in bottles of gin,
These are the next generation am told,
The engines of tomorrow's future
When our mothers and fathers get old,
Then I lament, 'Will they ever mature? '
Or will time wait for them to condense
Into a world filled with decadence? '

Monday, September 30,2013. All Rights Reserved.