A Patriot Without Patriotism! Poem by Gedion Onyango

And at last,
You carried your luggage, waited for the cricked train
And just like that, you disappeared
So, when you came back
That heroism is dead...just like before you left
Before and even when you left
Or even before I approached you to leave
You knew nothing
But you thought you knew,
Created you own reality and fought for it
But that was not a reality..because I own reality

You fought well.... I got rich

Now as a patriot, please tell stories..only good stories
For without it, your purpose and badge.. your sweat
And of course, your legacy, will go with the wind.

You fought well veteran.... But you still need to feed your mouth
I will remember you in the speech and praise your deeds
But that was not a reality... because I own your reality