Dark day

Lets all upon the ground sit
The dust of Kayole make our paper
And with tears write sorrow
in the bosom of the earth
lets talk of hate
of goons,
of politicians,
of arrogance,
and votes
Lets all upon our stomachs lie
face the dust that has bred us
and daily provided our bread
in unity our pitches let soar
up and beyond the firmament

wail, my kayole residents
for we have no ways to prevent the wail
against this pernicious being,
who amidst us stands with colorful
ostentation, and utters hatred,
his tongue fanged, and poison he spits

causing grief to us,
To kayole mothers
staining the fair cheeks of our masai
mothers with tears from their eyes,
for a mothers agony of a son lost
non knows but her

Let the sun set and
hidden twice for a day continuous remain
for its a dark day and another
this darkness upon our land
by waititu’s conjurations


About Sabuni

A computer scientist by, profession. loves writing, listening to jazz, country and the oldies.
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