Birds Try Walking

By Ombuge Moses The river is dry Plant weathered Dry for wood Wood for fire The ground dusty Bear feet women weak Children loud cry Wail in pain Music has stopped Dance no more Rhythmic lost The animal is carcass Dead bonny no meat Birds try walk Fly is difficult Dust in the eye Ear too deaf The wings no flap Flap no flip The strength is gone The ground burning The wind too hot The rhythm is new Dust in the eye Shed under tree In blanket men sleep Covered to head The strength is gone Wood in plenty Food not to find Cooking is history In books to write Plate in plenty Metallic is best Awaits the food Dust in the eye Painful to the eye The people suffer My village is home Home to thatches Home that houses Houses of a problems The river is dry The strength is gone Dust in the eye Birds try walking