Project Z

Sounds of the town crier; beat the stillness of the night, (the women busy on duty) Unbothered, Care's to the carer! 9pm News... the rats in plenty; Wakwabaland infested! There is more to care; Sprays, soaps, parades checkups, isolation and foods We stand crazily, afraid, perturbed. Up on the mountain, they smile. Rooms filled, ready to devour out of fear they feed, Unbothered, unbothered!! the room keeper unleashes, gold. The sun upset, hurries off, the stores, empty "perhaps X will work" Z has been good, but life's journey continues anyway; let the dreamer dream, and seer, see. jb wisely uganda