As the raging winds blew
Where lush green grass grew
To heights the jolly singing birds flew
Its rage we eventually knew
Was if anything true.
Deep in the cold dark woods
It took all of the hunters’ goodies
Sparking flames that cooked his foods
To cause infernos that ran mindlessly through he woods
Before the woods lies my village
Where wailing women curse gods of this age
How could fire cover such mileage?
Wise old men were heard saying, “This is a message
From the Kwere for our wreckage”
That’s the last of philosophy I heard
And days later I was sad
Since my ears opened to sights bad
I wasn’t anymore amongst many a lad
Truth was I added up to make a dozen in that land
Slowly the air clears of its mist
There we were three adolescents
The others all infants, I’m a pessimist
Surely parental love they have missed
Who amongst us is old enough to be a priest?
Not a girl in sight, and I’ve never been kissed
I see no sign of a book
For food how do we look?
No vegetation. These little ones are shook
Anyway look for pins to make a few hooks
Fish we will catch by hook or crook
