GULU-UGANDA: The tussle ardous freaks
Like falling brisk
Trumpeting in fury
The hunk slipping duo duel
Swerving each other and stumbling
The combatant slept unto the ground
Leaving ditches of an erosion
Losing their feet in the mingled grass
While the trees are sawyed away in reckless rage
Mood covers the whole scene
All that is felt is the slow blowing of air
Companions ravage the scene
Not even any bird can sing a sweet melody
Colleagues touch the body gently with their trunks
Tips along the lower jaw and the tusks
Like the saysing goes,
When the Elephants fight, the grass suffers.
Ironically, if one of them dies in the fight, everyone must wail.
In 1980s I saw the Elephants fighting.
The grass was left pounded and buried in mud.
Yet when elephants harm each other, today.
We all go wailing and panting, things turned tipsy tury in forest.