Brian Nyakundi Poems

SHE is loved.
The way he gazes at her
His lingering smiles
His unnecessary glances
...

They lie naked on the bed
Lazily turning as they watch the smoke drift upwards.
The room is stuffy
Curtains drawn
...

My town.
The place I have called home since birth.
The place I solemnly destroy
The place they say I betray.
...

Before I go,
I will dine and wine with kings,
I will eat from the platter of beggars
I will live in the presence of elite beings
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