Who Knows Poem by Caleb Tukahiirwa

The blessed curse that lived,
It begun with a bright view,
A long clear straight road
That lay ahead of us to walk
With no blocks or end at sight
Like we were kings and queens
Up in the skies with the angels,
That’s how it felt, I loved it.
It was a benediction.
But something strange happened,
The fresh roses begun to faint away,
Buzzing cute bees fell to deep sleep,
Birds in the skies stopped singing,
The green became weak and brown,
Then the brown was blown away,
The walk, our walk became shorter.
It was the end so near it was now.
The brightness around was blinded,
The earth so strange it looked,
Small with no hideouts- - -.
Maybe I can say it was a nightmare,
Am not sure but I saw it though.