Set free from prison:
The door’s widely opened;
As we peer in its vastness,
And here comes the new moon:
Seeking consolation in the sun.
What hope for shedded leaves?
The soles of their feet
Dry as the dust;
And gloomy pictures ahead.
Gone’s yet another year;
Whose scars of recess are deep.
Pity the paupers’ son:
For his frail chance in the city.
Retrace your roots, poor lad!
Leave those festive memories:
The eyes of hope are blinking;
Upon those meditating on her.
Omadang Yowasi,
Uganda
Read New Beginnings – A Poem by Musenga Katongo, Zambia
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