I weep season after season,
my wails and sobs are heartbreaking,
they rock my body and it shudders.
I lament for the human race,
I weep for lost morality,
values thrown to the dogs.
Now, the only songs we sing are dirges,
to our sons, fathers, daughters and mothers,
lost to the monster that is HIV/ Aids.
I lament for the youth of today,
for vanity is their chase,
and laziness their cause.
Hard work gone!
No more sweat on their brow,
waiting to reap where they didn’t sow!
meet the poet: Signor Kanji De Gataua
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