Sekitto Herbert Grace Poet ABC

Time of Death!

I  was moving late at night,
to fall on the rock,
full of  spirits, urine and faeces.

I shouted loudly,
and called my mum,
where she was!

I sat under the tree,
and looked up and down,
but nothing was good.

What forced me to cry,
it was a big snake,
moving on the rock.

I jumped only once,
and i failed to run,
to escape death.

I saw the world dark,
and everything black,
although it was day.

Oh! since then,
i discovered the truth that ,
the time of death,
makes the wise fool,
and  the heroes to cry.

Be care ful men,
about this time,
you can talk with soul.

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