kinuthia david Poems

To them, that ask why we write
and those wondering why we rhyme
go through all the trouble
swirl around like a bubble
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Fragments,
Fragments of broken pieces of the heart,
Reefs of desparation and a faint heart
Rugged gabions of shuttered dreams;
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It is the whispering ghostly shrill,
That the path ahead is of a dead end
The ambience in your soul that makes you feel,
Like all of your exertions will come to a halted end,
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Dad, for two days,
and nights, that carry the same weight
the space has been empty.
Perhaps you were late
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You make me laugh
and shake my rusty ribs
and should i take-in a bluff
and put mine-hands in cuffs
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I would write it in black, or,
I could it in red, but,
but your name...
it shines upon all darkness
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If you wonder, how;
I came to write this down
my heart, the part of gratification,
it couldn't help but to feel bound
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You know what pulls a nation down,
what pulls my nation down,
and derails it from development,
rapes it off the pride of devolution,
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Listen to me,
you script-writer
there's not even a single script,
not a stanza nor a line,
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