When they died
Helter skelter people scurried
To mourn the dead
And mourn the deceased
Splitting through the panorama, the tum tum drums glared
Dirges were sung with sobs
Spring of tears the ambience sprawled
Even from the hard hearted
Knees impaired
With sweet memories darkening their hearts


The glimmering sun has gone into hiding
Eerie darkness has engulfed the world
Their shimmering faces the moon and the stars have covered
Tap! Tap! Copious hearts have abruptly stopped
Tick! Tick! Numerous hearts have seized
With blissful faces the dirges are sung
Mourning is for the deceased
Deceased for the dead
At my enemy yesterday the tent landed
At my friends today it will be
In my home tomorrow it will arrive
In the tents then we shall be living

“He died?”
“He was buried?”
The holes of their ears
With cotton have forcefully been stuffed
People now rush no more
Empathy and sympathy the beats have no more
What is amiss?
Written by,
Erick mukiira