Amos Christopherson Masereka Poems

Mpenzi, mbona wanitupilia mbali?
Na kuniacha katika ziwa la mashaka,
Kisha nikapata mawazo kwamba,
Nasikika nikisema
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I am the new city born
Living after centuries gone
I fear the worth
Pledged by both
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He calls you for a handshake
And you bring close your cheek for a peck
Then I see something on the way you seat on the table
Everyone so thinks you are able
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She's beautiful
She has a wealthy man
And she has strapping children
They even go to good quality schools
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Sostin was the name which
We nick-named short people who
Sold bread in our school compound
One day we discovered
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We had fun at the last moment
I wished it lasted always
Nothing was possible any longer
Time left us in waste of it
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On the mountain cliff we moved tired
Every leader on their own
No one to help the other
Children screams were heard in remoteness
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On a bright cool Thursday morning
I heard rapid footsteps
Come from where I had gone
To see what fight might have been happening
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It's four in the morning
Am hearing beatings and slapping
Music has stopped
I think the husband has come back
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These days I don't think the government
Will trust its people at this time of management
Neither shall the instincts they implanted in its very people
Unless they remove colors of blue, yellow or purple
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