Collaborative poem by:
Stephen Mupoto [Ngugi Wamkiri]
Norman Mwale [The PenPusher]
In this garden are toxic turds,
Hibernating behind these colorful
Flowers.
They are the worm that drains
The sap,
And leave the flower drooled,
And withered.
Deep inside the heart of these
Flowers,
Lies the fairies and ivys,
That fly on depressed wings,
To herald the death of a world
That is blind.
When the turds suck the blood
And usurp the fragile flowers
With the borrowed power,
They tenaciously hold on to,
All drool in piety and submission.
These over furting turds
Over flood the demesne with
Sower worm
That burrows through the brainpan
Of rotting life.
In the ring of criminals
The feeble crap beetles crisscross
In their befuddlement,Β rolling
The orbicular ball not anywhere
For its unsecured meal
Under this political catacomb,
With the lingering shadow
Of the sanguine vulture entoning
Life’s petals
That conk in this uphill blindness!