In muddy pools, soiled ourselves, naive we played <br />Flowers we picked, butterflies we chased <br />In muddy pools. <br /> <br />A to Z got to our heads, in grammar schools <br />Bright, Brilliantly, papers were soups of mushroom <br />A to Z got to our heads. <br /> <br />Rosalie, flowered soft hair, scorched grass has become <br />Soft glistening skin, granny's ashes for grains' cure has become <br />Rosalie. <br /> <br />Now you know, they played their game, care not but lust <br />Naive, submissive and of want, advance of dirt <br />Now you know. <br /> <br />Weep not Rosalie, mother's other, your kids stars will shine <br />Rain shall rain, your Sun brighter still it will shine <br />Weep not Rosalie.<br /><br />Charles Jagongo Ogola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rosalie-6/
