'Weeping Skies' Poem by Anitah Muwanguzi

The trees are shaking in their boots

the dust knows it has to be swept away

the leaves are dropping effortlessly

the roofs of our houses are struggling to stay rooted,

and from far a way you can hear them wailing.



Little children grip their mothers' skirts

little boys sit wailing loudly, the storm imminent.



Him.

He has no one to worry about him, so crying would be futile.

Little boy of two, he sits abandoned in a courtyard, forgotten-

helpless.

his little feet cannot carry him fast enough, or far enough to

escape the storm

terror roots him, and his are brimming with a thousand seas,


He looks about him- left- right-down-up.

he sees no one, knows no one, and his world is turning upside down

his voice chokes in his throat.



Nature cannot be tamed, save by her maker

somehow the little boy knows that, and will not try, so he sits

on his butt,

and bravely stares the storm in the face, no longer afraid

His fate resigned,

his fate sealed..............................................