Whose bag?
(No answer)
Whose bag?
(No answer)
Then you turn to look
At this concerned citizen
Standing behind you
Holding 'the bag' in his hand
The bus conductor finally comes
To see what this fuss is about
The next thing you hear is a shout
Screaming for all of you to get out
The two exits eventually become small
Everyone flying out to make it home
This was today, two years ago
When the Lugogo bomb blast took many home
Yesterday my buddy gave me a call
His first born boy was turning four
He said, " man, it will be drinks and pork
"And then go where my wife and kids can't know"
I told him, "bro, I love eating the animal
" But I have to stay home
"Because today, I would be the heaping dust in Lugogo"
(RIP TO ALL SOULS LOST IN THE LUGOGO BOMB BLAST)
YOU ARE READING
Loud Whisper
Poetry'Loud Whisper' is a collection of poems about situations in society that are visible but not audible to all of us.
