Low in the basin, sprouts the angry
Determined to bring; under her control,
The five clutches of normality!
A recent heroine, now embattled
They keep drawing forth and away
For the mountains of this earth
Are but the waves of the sea
Gasping the air of yesterday’s silt
Crawling over today’s rapids and
Rising to welcome tomorrow’s tides
But for Adam and Eve, we would have a clear sky.
All along, the wax’s been melting away
The valour’s been buried in the valley
But we are blinded by the gleaming casket!
All we do is blow more candles
I only prove today, that moonlight will
Always triumph over sunlight.
©Atwine Mugisha
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