Treasure Island

Timothy muggaga


Breaking Into The Night


In the darkness of the mid 80’s,
A stranger breaks into the night.
When immorality was singing hymns of lust
And sexual perversions was performing nude dances
The stranger broke into the night.

When families were united,
And parents were hopeful,
That the future was pregnant with optimism
And it would give birth to light,
The stranger broke into the night!

To sing and dance
For the high school teenager
To capture and enslave
The innocent young blood
When the stranger broke into the night

Ancestors dance, descendants mourn
The lineage of punishment
Flowing from the roots of evil
And now an ocean of HIV/AIDS
Covers the land-the pearl

Submitted: Saturday, November 26, 2011
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