Lost My Last.

When into tears I break:
And disrupt your scary snores,
Curse me not, my people.
I seeth in pain unspeakable,
Grieving; my heart swollen...
I have lost my last!

Tongue-tied, I no word utter.
Forlorn; with violent cold I shiver.
...boot trapped,
I lean on a corrupted mind--terribly confused!
I have no tomorrow;
I have soiled my yesterday,
Her untimely departure,
Left me khushangalamwe:
Wandering and wondering...
I have lost my last!

How ugly the sky is!
Each starless day...
I am tired of making love to loneliness,
I am tired of devoting to darkness,
Who shall care for my crying stomach?
Who shall quench my immortal thirst?
Who shall hold me still in faces of life's grand challenges?
Oh, my people, let me not die,
Help me cry...
I have lost my last!

Tell Udiah, that foreign she-goat,
To scrape me off her memory.
Enlighten Nekesa, our village's holy virgin,
To consider these dazzling lads...
I just wanna be alone--
In peace crying for mine gone,
And to death loathe loving lasses,
For I have lost my last!
(c) Pius Khisa.