IT WAS A BOOK THAT BURIED ME

Thoughts of the universe to transform

My little pen walked on thin ice, empty inkpot

A great writer, noise finders number one risk

In the midfield of try, doubt and pain, the white

The quicksand no return, podium masters

A free verse is not my thing to do, sonnet king

Raising numbers, it’s like a ticking time bomb

They can't break the greatest, the color! Why not

Sailing close to the wind, no questions, position

Beat the values, challenge talents, till empty pride

See! They play a cat and mouse game, talent

Change the tables, before generations reveal

It hurts a global masterpiece! Is it the color

Ssekyanzi A Destiny