THE REVENGE  - A. Szepesy (2A)

The beating of drums came over the breeze,
The monkeys were silent in the trees,
The drums stopped; a silence hung over the land:
Ungala had spoken, death was at hand.

Over the jungle spread the dark mantle of night
Ungala the Chief was drunk with power and might,
His warriors were out to ravage the land,
But his men were far from a loyal band.
For there were once in Ungala's kraal
Two brothers, Mwanga and Kabaal.
But now only Mwanga was left of these two
And daily his hatred of Ungala grew,
Till now upon this war's first day
He was the major part to play,
For even as the warriors trod the jungle track,
He cunningly left them and made his way back.
As he ran he thanked the gods there was no moon,
It would help his task to be over soon.
Ungala lay still, in his throat was a spear:
There was nothing now for the tribes to fear.

The beating of drums came over the breeze,
The monkeys were silent in the trees,
The drums stopped; a shouting filled the land:
Ungala was dead, peace was at hand.