Across the lawn, the unmown grass,

A whispered word, a shade too fast,

Across the day, across the way,

It’s not my house, there’s rent to pay. 

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You dig too deep, an unknown guest,

The butterfly, the stinging pest,

Across today, equator ray

The sunshine garden I portray

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A childhood scene, a floral frock

The cows we miked, the Abdim’s flock

Across the way, the horses neigh

We’re catching up with much delay 

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He can’t be here, not neither he

Each have their reasons, reasonably

There’s far away and working day

Each with its vital role to play

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There’s newborn babes and growing lives

Firestorms, dead bees in hives

There’s birds of prey and judgement day,

There’s vines of hope to swing and sway

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Is life a warm, green afternoon?

A dark night with a rising moon?

Across the day, across the way

You have your thoughts, you have your say.

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Kampala 2020