David N. Munene Poems

Ooh sweet senses turned sour
Bring back to me senses this hour
Back and forth I rock and all blocks
These that barricade my path with rocks
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Venkatesh, Venkatesh
If I could write in Hindu, I would
To pierce your soul like nail does wood
Invoke hope to never vanish
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I have been through this path
Cause me much pain as wrath
I remember stepping on this ground
Without causing a mark I went round
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In an unfamiliar grounds one is grounded
When naturally you are talkative,
Now you are by newness surrounded
You feel that vocal cords are inactive
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Rise up oh dead bodies
You whose corpses were never found
From your living spirits issue command
That your bones gather and re-form
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Does it have to be so?
What if there actually existed
A state that is more twisted
Where all was up-bottom
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I see a great nation
And hear good people
I focus on celebration
Overlooking every ripple
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The Holy Father is taking care of us
Challenging and thrilling the world
Easing and calming the global fuss
Even with a simple word
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If I punch and you retaliate,
Then you and I enter battlefield
Soon, it will be a failed state
With nothing but swords to wield,
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Today is Africa Day,
I am not sure what to say
Even as I, with my forehead, lay
And kneel down to begin to pray
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