They brought lockdown
to put all blocks down.
People gave up on the countdown
because all churches will be down
by the end of lockdown.
How a church is built?
The offertory basket ceases
to be enough and gives
birth to the construction basket
Making the whole place like
a market, and one by one coins
Gather from hands both frightened
How a church is demolished?
Villains close churches and
suspend their fear to tear
Walls of that church….
And this starts the always
They brought the lock down
That has “many” frown.
Uptown sells well.
Down-town tells a villain tale
but we are all going to die.
and some, will die like flies
because not a day goes by
Without hearing the children’s cry
While those who brought the lock down.
Dance to loud tunes of their snores.
no one will tell our tale
Of these faces so pale,
but this spell is ripe.
this spell trails through a strife.
A scene to tell only a few dare
Eyes meet blood clots on walls
The demolition of street malls
For not even the rent fee falls
They, who reside in sky scrappers.
Look down upon the floor sweepers
To them nothing matters
As long as the demon dollars grows them fatter.
This poetry is generation of two souls.
Kennedy Shabughangise III
Is a Writer, Poet and an English and literature Teacher.
He is also a Programs Manager of http://International African Writers Association.
A prolific Poet whose social media account blooms with Poetry that speaks of society and questions the state of man, individually, and intensions toward society and nature.
A graduate of English language and Literature from Kyambogo University