"SO MANY SONGS TO SING" BY KABEDOOPONG

So many songs to sing

But fewer are the dancers;

Songs of love are so bitter,

And always must sting.

Do you hear the dead night terrors:

Footfalls and rustling leaves of life?

I shall not speak in metaphors,

I shall speak in tongues of dead life.

So many songs to sing

But how shall I begin it all,

And what shall I sing at all?

Why the worlds rage stinks!

I hear songs of the Seas

Against the restless Oceans;

Dead songs of lands unfree

Singing songs of salvations.

So many songs to sing

But what shall we sing tonight,

Of the metallic birds bursting,

Forming formidable fogs of night!

It is so true the world is tired,

Tired to live and willing to die!

Amidst her seas of clouds fired

While we watch the lame world go by.

Webs of evils are openly spun

From Seas to Seas in evil raid,

Snow melting in the midday sun,

Sweltering darkness unsaid.

So many songs to sing: jewelweeds —

But we shall not sing tonight,

Tonight, we shall sing the milkweeds —

The popping pods set alight!

From touch-me-nots to milkweeds

Firing ballistic seeds of madness

To the overripe bursting jewelweeds

Spurging the bitter honey-cress.

Still so many songs to sing;

All that tomorrow will bring.

©  KABEDOOPONG PIDDO DDIBE'ST

- Uganda

The poet persona speaks on the ceaselessness of thoughts and observations to be scribbled into stanzas. Thus, so many songs to sings already and more experiences are still coming.