With light nervous steps, he trod in
As one aroused from an upshot of gin
And stood abashed, a shadow ill-prepared,
His sealed quivering lips unassured
...
When I die,
Cry not your heart out
Nor weep any tears at my grave
I will not see you, cry for me now.
...
Some nights, when the moon is happy
Smiling broadly from its heavenly home.
A small crowd gathers in the yard;
Grandma, mother, aunty and the others
...
Behold the light fades and rises not
And the cute little stars hide in shame
The moon fears to show her face
And day and night become as one.
...
There is a house, half in ruins
At the other end of the village
Battered and ravaged by wind and rain
Half the walls lie prostrate
...
And in the last days one arose
Wielding great power and fury
With hair the colour of fire
A tongue speaking many profanities
...
I heard a man had a dream once
It was a bold dream
And they shot him down cold
Dreams are dangerous things!
...
The sun is searing hot and pitiless
Hurling down fierce fuming rays.
The earth roasts under his angry gaze
As meat over blazing coals.
...
Weeding the fields couldn't be more delightful!
Though backs are breaking in the noonday heat
Palms blistering from gripping rigid hoe sticks
Sweat trickling down the groins of labouring kinsmen
...
It was a beauteous night, and dusty
And we were all mum and droopy
Whilst the preacher droned on
And the rest of the world lived on
...