BROKEN GLASS

 gone are the days so old

where i was like gold

like a king and his queen

and i obtained whatever i wished

until then, when everything changed

it was just one-minute talk

that turned things into a walk

making a journey where we never meet

to sit and share meat

with that voice that fit

i am now a hanging cloth

in the midst of heavy and rains both

like a flower that is plucked

so lifeless and blocked

like one who has lost his way home

in the midst of trees and their frame

it was just one-minute talk

that turned things into a walk

making a journey where we never meet

to sit and share meat

with that voice that fit

it was once a laughter but now cries

you just used me with your lies

through those words so endless

it was all so useless

i think i was so crazy

in your ways making me so lazy

by Gloria Nakiyinji

Samling Kichwamba Peas