Waste- Gate Poem by DEDAN ONYANGO

Saturday it was,
The weather so beautiful and calm.

Lives were happier
Appearance magnanimous
A sense of ecstasy engulfed the naked sky.

Birds sung merrily,
Soon this will be jilted away.

Innocent sky above
Changed colour
As the clouds of darkness hasten across the mall.

Rains of bullets roared
Mankind turned animal kind: lives evaporated.

Cloud of death hovered in majesty
Westgate now a
WASTE.