Waiting Poem by Juliano Kanyongolo

Where is the fine tapestry
Plaited on pretty fibre and wax
That used to hung here?

The beautiful little birds that sung
Lovely chirping lullabies
Have broken into a dirge

The sun used to shine here
Twinkling stars and smiling moon
All have fled with fear

Roses and tulips that flourished
Beautifying the countryside
Have grown far and wide

Time like leaves on a windless day
Waiting for a gale to blow
Has stopped. Still. Waiting.