The aesthetics of a Kenyan death
Is a cathartic tragic play
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There is no tarmac here,
Just this murram road
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Trees swayed in the wind
Dogs barked cows mowed
It was like nothing had happened
And yet, he lay there, unmoving
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They said the one on the tree
Died for all to be free
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Thoughts flood my mind
Questions turn things downside up
The rains of uncertainty
Join to form turbulent rivers
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when today turns into past
and my poetic hairs turn black
and my pen refuses to last
and my creative bones crack;
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By Karani Kelvin 15/09/2008
Last night was fresher’s night
But that perhaps counted not
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