Kwa-Bulo

In Kwa-Bulo's humble village, whispers rise,

A tale unfolds, a caution in disguise.

As sugarcane's sweetness tempts each soul,

They learn, alas, the bitter toll.

In mirthful moments, sugared delight,

A fleeting joy that masks the plight.

Once sweetness dances on eager tongues,

Beneath the surface, a discordant song.

The sugar's kick, a deceptive thrill,

Unleashing chaos, an unsettling chill.

Euphoria fades, reality dawns,

In sugared haze, sanity yawns.

Fields once vibrant, now shadows cast,

As sweetness wanes, troubles amass.

The village learns, a poignant truth,

That sweetness, unchecked, steals their youth.

Bittersweet lessons etched in their eyes,

In Kwa-Bulo, where illusions disguise.

As sugar's transient solace unfurls,

They grasp the truth: sweetness sways, then swirls.