David N. Munene

The heights of passion
Heighten the heights of action
Deepening the height of destruction
And destructing the actions of construction
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Have seen little of history unfold
I know that one thing will always be
Africa will be,
But what is Africa’s may never be
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She walked down the aisle
By him indeed she walked

By him indeed she walked
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When He set off for the journey
He knew it wasn't about the money
Unlike a be, He wasn't after honey
For the Sun would have shone like yesterday
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Never have you ever sat
Or beneath African Suns lay flat
You insist on rumours fat
Liken to a rainy day's door mat
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That I feel the pain Christ felt when I wasn’t there
Yet I feel not the pain that I inflict on my neighbor when s/he’s here

That I am going to be feasting
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Rains reign in town
So heavily falling down
In speed than rocket's
Every man pockets
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It is I oh dear Lord that turned away
Your goodness is perfect and enough
No wonder Hell stands in my very way
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3 am:
Urban time: Alarm clocks, hoots and toots
Rural time: Cocks crow, cows moo and weavers beaker
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For I am Catholic, cut out to the core
Remolded through catechism; head to toe
No apologies should I make,
‘cept for re-crucifying Christ
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Some silence is deafening
Some silence feels vengeant and weakening
Some silence is like a thundering
That cuts throught the skies roaring
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She was a woman of plight
A heart of pure delight
Too many saw in her light
But now she is challenged;
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I shall celebrate you, Gilbert
I shall celebrate you
Even under the darkness of grief
I shall celebrate you
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A man shaken
Perhaps not yet beaten
Paws shake like tree-tops
Roving in the winds like small cops
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A human being suspects
That all humans are suspects
And when a human being respects
They hope for retrospects
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For the World unwillingly
Africa toiled not sparingly
Like locusts in a leafy field
Africans worked without sunshield
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What is another man's victory or loss
That little man of some meager status
Should overlook the value of life in another
Or the treasure in good relations with the other
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Inside a slum
There is no bump
But Traffic is awkwardly slow
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