Why Always Bududa ?

Its our mother nature that surges us and bereft Bududa of colour and hope to be that Bududa it would have been.

Look and see how the nature is
Surging Bududa !
Souls and bodies rasping,
Mingled and buried very deep,
Terrifying screams, still haunting me today.

Not enough to weep for
Many lives,
But my ears will continue
To hear the wail of
Her room bereft of colour,
Cries and roams subside,
Stench of death that permeates.

Mother nature have some mercy,
Wake-up onto us,
Caress away slowly and release the pain,
The tears and mourn of the bereft Bududa,
" Maama nze, abana bange "!
And the unrescued innocent kids,
All waiting to perish.

Once a buoyant Bududa is now
Rasply crooked by surges,
In the sea of blue,
No hope to be that Bududa,
It would have been.
Just seems devoid of enough
Benevolent hands for help,
I hear the faint lament of Bududa,
Mournful, and gone awry,
Tirelessly weeping and wandering,
For the salty hot pathways down
On their cheeks,
Why always Bududa ?