Kavene

In the quaint village of Mshomoroni,

Where whispers danced through Mwandoni,

Lived a lady named Kavene, fair and free,

With eyes that held the secrets of the sea.

Beneath the boughs of ancient trees,

She wandered, pondered with gentle ease,

'Til one day, 'midst the muddy street,

She chanced upon a truth, bittersweet.

A dog, unruly, ran astray,

A man, in vain, tried to sway,

But the beast, it heeded no command,

For there's a wildness in every man.

Kavene watched with curious eyes,

As the disciplinarians, stern and wise,

Tamed the canine with firm hand,

And she realized, as if to understand.

"We discipline the dog, not the man,"

Echoed through her thoughts, began to expand,

For in every soul, a wildness stirs,

Unruly, untamed, it often occurs.

So she pondered this truth, deep and true,

In the man, there's a dog, wild and askew,

And perhaps, to tame the beast within,

Requires more than mere discipline.