David N. Munene Poems

Allen leads them to a pilgrimage far and wide
Lending a hand to awaiting nations outside
Labeling their sole mission a purpose by God
Emulating the seventy-two sent out minus gold
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You speak of jaundice as if you are its sole catalytic spice
And talk of malaria as if you are plasmodium the protozoa
Minding the business of others as if you are its essence
Living the dreams of others as if you are a tributary
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I hear bitter wails and screams
From my beloved land Africa
Hell has obviously broken lose
And no one seems to much care
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Death is prevalent in my continent
I am rarely in any other apparel but black
The hymns are barely short of dirge
News seldom report anything to celebrate
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A black child born without scar
In a home delivery if hut is home
Without the need for a nurse
Smirked on the bottom to kick life
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That Heaven must be this far
When Africa needs it desperately
Whilst Africans are for blood hungry
For none other than black blood
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No point dreaming
That the day is coming
When my glory in you I shall re-find
Even should I my character refine
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When whatever happens happens, my darling,
Please remember me as:
The lover who gave it his all to love you and failed
The man who wanted your body and yours only,
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I brag with my leaves
And prick with their edges
When winds blow I whiz
Like bee and fly buzz
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Young girl don't
Fall in love don't
Those who fall get bruises
Bruises that leave creases
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