Brutal Poem by Moses Ocharo

You kick my head with polished metal boots
You spike me, hard like a runaway horse
How thy trained voices do run hoarse
As thy clubs fall, those of hardwood roots
And as i bleed this my innocence
As i let go of that which is my right
Cause all my energies are drained to fight
To suit those that you to pledge obedience
But my dreams art like the airs, free
History will be wrote with my very blood
And justice's dams will burst and flood
It will dawn, the day you'll away flee
But as i go, a hero unsung, unseen
My soul prays be transformed your blind sin.