I want to hold your hand To guide To support To advise, if I can I want to share my story For you to absorb For you to experience For

The beauty of order Pavements for pedestrians Light for traffic management Order, you would think The despair of disorder Pavements for boda-bodas Directionless traffic Lights not working Disorder, I think

It starts with one yelp The yelping prolongs Another yelp responds And then another Before you know it, It is a chorus of yelps A chorus of noise Stuns you

When you first met me I was active Passionate and full of life I spurted out molten lava And made the soils of your hills fertile For you I brought