When the nights’ swords became ploughshares
Soldiers’ mephitic bullets classroom chalks
Loathsome venomous vipers’ spittle vaccines
Stalker canines meekly sneaked into our realm
For their sixth and seventh senses humans lacked
Verified cloaked docile nature we often rescind.
When the calm moon’s face scorned with wrath
The sun’s life-giving shine maliciously scorched
Oceans and seas rose and forward marched
Eccentrically unveiling atypical intent to harm
Their eighth and ninth sanities faultily professed
That creation was meant for all except one.
David Mayen Dengdit, Juba – March 2014