lost, alone, i keen for the return of that which is no longer mine
I judder, staggering on this plain, upon which mine own blood spilled
Mine own blood spilled to bring life upon this plain that then was vanquished
did they look at mine and see only that which was undeserving of life?
Oh I have been ripped asunder and that I must live on is agony
can a heart still break once it's stopped beating
I walk North and I grieve
dead already, but for a body that stubbornly clings to this dark world
this wretched reality
a corpse bride, a rotting despair
of me, is nothing but fear
kill me you monsters, so I may run with my cubs beyond
oh how you have ruined me! how you have cut short lives full of joy and merriment and cast them to forever wander the halls of the dead
their funerary text shall be howls of agony and snuffles of fear
for they never lived at all them that were innocent and pure
portrait of a young girl in front of a mud house. Western Uganda. ©Brian Msafiri