Transformation Poem by Mbusya Wa Mbusya

When I remember that road,
All those trees into it lined,
The sights from the hillside,
The brook on the other side,
Water falls on the riverside...

When I remember the iron bridge,
And the creaking of the fudge,
The breeze cold like from fridge,
Like something I had some grudge,
Ooh I remember> how it was strange;

The bad world strangely crumbles on me-
I was a boy and it was a road for game,
Windfronts called me 'son' pleading'come'
I never knew it was a maze and never grim,
To date Imagining it feels like a dream,

But the bad guys brought 'some' civilization,
By the brook begun rapid industrialization,
The water falls was no longer an inspiration,
But they erected statues devoid of creation,
We now living purely a hell out of that pollution,
Thank you guys for that unkind transformation.