The Flood Poem by Emmanuel Arunee Mwanza

It should never have happened in the darkness
As that is the time that they find peace
Those in trouble find sleep, giving a break to their hardships
And yet it chose that peaceful time
How would the babies swim?
No holding back of tears is the song for the survivors
In the tall standing objects can’t believe they have lost everything
As they helplessly watch the deadly waters parade
It is even too late to save a handful of flour, food
The trial to save lives went in vain;
The waters were so angry and fierce
Maybe that’s why they chose the night
This angry body of waters just turned them beggars waiting for aid
Some are now widows, childless
Children are now orphans
The flood has turned that peaceful night into a tragedy night