Poetry: Kisenyi

It seems there is something funny happening silently within our society that many don't know yet the engineers who are overseeing such obscenities are seriously purporting that indeed nothing wrong is happening behind our backs. Our society is defined with countless acts of justices and immorality even if some want us to believe that all is well. But in our poem today, we refuse pretense and call a vice a vice. In that regard, sample the following poem and fill the gaps for yourself. To your pleasure, here is John Butler with Kisenyi.

Let us not lie to ourselves.

A skeleton is skeleton

Whether hot, white under the sun

Or metamorphosed by the mystery

Of African African moon.

Let us not look either

At this frantic place

Only with beastly eyes

Do not see only

Mud and Mabati

Baziba and swahili.

For lip- locked, twain and twain

In so secret darkness

Sacredly, compulsively

Perform the rite.

         Truly here is compulsion

That is very heart.

We don't want to dilute the message of the poem for it is sizzling and choose to serve you hot as it is for taste. Remember, your comments are highly welcomed.
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