RONALD K SSEKAJJA
RONALD K SSEKAJJA Poems
Does This Darkness Have A Name?
When men fight the darkness in their life
It's not of artillery or verbal or mere emotional strife
It's just that darkness, that cruelty, that sadness
Coldly wondering whether this darkness have a name?
Wondering how it found us, the cruelty, the hatred!
Like a thief in the night, wondering how it stole their souls
Do men embrace it, or seek it? or it just finds them
That sadness, the loneliness, that which grips men's hearts
What happened to men, to us, to the world?
That men send their children into the world
Like young men to war, hoping for safe ...
Whose Dark Skin Shines
Well, this is where we dwell
Where the green grass paint in the rains
And the falling yellow rays fall in thier reign
So then the leavy grean begin to pale
And I whose dark skin shines with sweat
Tress for all the marks that move me straight
For what still remains white
Is the dirtied cold snow
And for all I've seen I surely know