Sakwa Franc

The Dark Hour

Once  upon a midnight banal

Still weak and weary , I pondered in my heart

\" Who shall ascend or descend upon this mountain?\" 

For it\'s the few that gets there and put off lights

It\'s night.

 

Ah , distinctly I remember , it was stark in December

When the old new president ascended on this mountain

A still voice

\"Opportunities for unfortunate graduates\"

Inspid words

 

Darkness there and nothing more

Deep into that darkness peering , I stood wondering and fearing

Suddenly, hooting of owls

Is it a parliament of owls?

\"Yes, Mr. Bundi will solve all your problems\"

 

A sigh of relief-

\" Ladies and gentlemen \" I muttered predicting speech

\" Genius are born to rule, for they are rare diadems in the world full of conformists and insolent men\".

It\'s time for Me.Bundi to showcase his brilliance.

 

Lo! Death, death has reared himself a throne

In a strange land lying alone

Blood ,blood

Darkness

The dark hour.