1. When he died,Our DogThe master of night,deep dark nightof the rouge.2.They surfaced.Those black facedfaces;Behind the rosesOn the hedges.3.When our Dog died,That still murky night,They stood still to kill;stiff stood theyAt our door and made a deal.4. When our Dog died,All was doneAnd the crack of the crakerCowed us out;Out of dreams undone5.He who killed the dog;Our dog,Found the master;Now, who will tell the taleOf the throb of the bombWill entomb!(David Ruswaza)
Thank you so much Ruswaza for this deep poem. What i most like is the way you express a sorrow which pertain in a situation maybe you lived or country's case. Your hands produced a very wonderful piece of poetry.
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Thank you so much Ruswaza for this deep poem. What i most like is the way you express a sorrow which pertain in a situation maybe you lived or country's case. Your hands produced a very wonderful piece of poetry.
Go ahead!!