And It Will Pass Poem by Eric Mwenda

The noble maidens
will come out
elegantly clamoured
as they should be,
and be the first to
dip their feet,
in the cool waters
witnessed only by the wild
That took some sips
and baths, perhaps

And it will pass
afore quenched grazers
and boasting greens.
And the city shall sputer
and spit
and serve
vomitus and sputums
and colour it the dark
with decayed humus
that's better out than in

And it will pass,
dark as it comes,
in open grounds
and grasses
that beat the eye.
And the loan sands
that try to clean it
shall have their time,
And as it gets hotter
and it's woobly weakly
and is about to dry up,
our daughters come
with fragmented calabashes
and claim some for we
for our everyday breath