VISION IN UNISON

All has changed
And all that was and was about to be,
Now is not, but for one thing
I still believe, it shall or may still be!
All my thoughts were mere fallacies
And now I have learnt
Not only do I say what I mean
But I also mean what I say.

It’s been long a day
And though it be hard
Summoning, sustaining and confining
The powers of perseverance, patience and sacrifice,
I don’t know why I still have to keep the firm grip
They say patience pays but pains
But this is beyond – I’m rotting away!
How will it pay one who is dead?
Oh! I am gone, I am dead.

This path I had sworn not to take
But the time is now and I have to trek
The role of custodian, I played very well
By the fourth moon, I had to find my way
All was well, arms out and spread
Little did I know, it was time for war.

I was slow but sure
I fought hard and brave
Slow but sure, hard and brave.
The great catastrophe
Shall forever remain awake
The last bullet of the day
Was fired astray
What pain, what sorrow, what agony
To witness the arms fold in and fall
Oh! Dear! The pump was cracked!

I am a man, I lied to myself
I am liberal, I lied to myself
I will be fine, I lied to myself
But going to my bed, I realized myself
I still lied to myself that I hadn’t realized myself
It is now ages and I’m still myself.

Many have seen, many have come, many have tried
But all have failed
And I want not this, for I really need it
But how can I, when I look
I cannot see, and when I see
It is only you?

I want not the light
For you are already my light
Or else how then would I see?
I know you know, what it is to know
Only permit yourself
And carry out a survey
Only then will you believe that it is the truth
What can’t you see?
Or is it my fault,
To respect your word?
And is it my fault,
Not to be like them?
I am not like them
For the onus is ours
To keep our images afloat.

Sometimes I think, that may be
You think it is not me, but those that are with me
But ask yourself why
You are my only sight?

Just as you are yourself,
I am equally myself.
And all I ask of you is
Let not the crack-age turn to a breakage.

©Atwine Mugisha