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 ...
For Me To Pull
Short verse is verse, if pink is not reverse
So tell me of the fire that lit up the desire
For am not wise but a fool
If nothing remains for me to pull
For the sun is darkening into the moon
The comely blue sky loosing it's soon
The flower by the night wither
Even when I try I still tither
Well if we loose it such