Our Murdered Shade.. Poem by Meshack Sewe

Staring at our mourning farm, where our seeds germinated

Fate seemed to have derailed, all leaves degenerated

Scorching sun all over….our souls dehydrated

Only God has a clue…when all we’ll be rejuvenated

Ooh! Was it an evil hand….to see them terminated?

...How we miss your shade, our family tree!


I recall your wide canopy with tearful nostalgia

Witnessing your demise filled us with insomnia

For cool breeze under you had a soothing euphoria

We shared…we laughed with no withering phobia

But who knows its origin, this soul-sucking maniac?

...How we miss your shade, our family tree!


(IN MEMORY OF OUR LATE DAD WHO LEFT WHEN WE WERE STILL YOUNG..)