LEISURE: POETRY

It actually appears indeed that a strange wind is blowing around. There is a lot of precarious menaces happening here and there within this life. If it is not some heart breaking governing nature of the government, it is the immoral habits of men and women of this community. Under this category today, we urge you to identify all the strange winds in your life and do away with them is you find them unfitting aropund the corridors of your beautiful life. And here is to your pleasure Timothy Wangusa with a poem titled, A Strange Wind. 

A strange wind is blowing, dust fills our eyes:

We turn and walk the unintended way.

We press our sore eyes and reopen them,

To expanded horizons , to a new day!

The narrow circle of our cherished experiences breaks,

Our trusted gods dissolve and ghosts vanish,

Disembodied voices announce world news,

We see the hidden side of the moon,

The dead man's eye transfers to the living,

The atom splits and the songbird croaks,

Economics opposes Charity,

Law protects wizards and forbids justice,

The small nation shouts, and the big one brags,

Futile raids cease and global wars commence,

And the rude son strikes the father- a sword!