POETRY: The WITCH TREE AT MUBENDE
This witch can't tell him/her that he/she is a nuisance and a cost to society? What do you think? Sample the words of Rubadiri and have your say.
The witch Tree
Old and Knobbly
Stood with years
Scratched by a cross
- abused
as cameras clicked
and learned tongues
- discoursed.
Naked it stood
In its age of mysteries,
Beauty and innocence
Stood there too
Side by side;
two witches
as I saw them
Prismatic lenses prying
the old and the new;
to me she was then
the Mubende witch Tree.
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