Eric Kyalo
Sweetheart, what’s this I hear,
Not only here, but also there; everywhere in the Gaia,
They’re singing the same chant, and melody,
They’re singing it in a sad tone,
Wherefore? Somewhat is happening strange in love world,
Wherefore is love taking a strange twist?
They’re quippin’ of husband-wife murders,
They’re singing father-children murders,
They’re dancing the tune of mother-children murders,
They’re beating drums of parent-children rape cases, and defilements,
Is this not serious?
If not a global warming effect then what’s it?
My dear, let’s refuse to be subject to love global warming,
We dearly need each other, our love to defy the gravitational force,
We’ve to whisper sweet things, in deep depths of our love,
We’ve to nurse ourselves, with true affection, love, and kisses,
Quip nay to love global warming sweetheart,
It’s bane; a detriment to our happy family Sherrie.
Eric Kyalo (The pen pusher)