David N. Munene Poems

For the World unwillingly
Africa toiled not sparingly
Like locusts in a leafy field
Africans worked without sunshield
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What is another man's victory or loss
That little man of some meager status
Should overlook the value of life in another
Or the treasure in good relations with the other
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Inside a slum
There is no bump
But Traffic is awkwardly slow
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Show me how low low can be
that low may never get low than me
Yet standing on a high let me see
That having a darling as you is vast as sea
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Beauty untold, mystery still fold
Actually it's told, for not yet is it old
It's gold that goes through no fire
It's depth that craves no higher
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She stood there and watched
Hoping her eyes heard
What she saw they saw
Only that they heard and she didn't know
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Love the way he held his beard
Stroking it as it on his palm veered
Like Abraham's moustache
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Stand firm and affirm with certainty

That like the sand you’ll stained be not most certainly
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Of faces transforming into phases
Riding inside faces of vases in unknown places
A race against a pace the place cannot keep up with
Is the life that the living known and unknown breathe
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