Francis G. Kariuki Poems

From the start of conception
He knew he was a champion
Like a lion in a mission
His ambition was no fiction
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With interest I write
Alone in this cold night
Under my bulb's filthy light
Unsure if am writing it right
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Stand strong and hold
Hold to the dreams of old
For you got to be bold
Not to shiver nor waver in the cold
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I feel it in my brain
And I take care not to drain
Because I feel like a crane
Among my mates, I reign
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The sun sets in the west
Time to rise for the day
It's time to work
The harsh reality lingers
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I see her in my dreams
Reigning from the start to the end
With the love that she accords
I cannot help but to fall
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A little slumber, a little folding of hands
And poverty hits like an armed robber
Pummeling squarely on its victim

The hands and legs feel weak
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'Ready? '
The bell rings
I ought to go fighting
In confusion my head swings
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With keen interest one listens
As ears with sound are beaten
With the rythm one flows
Like a river as it trods
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I sit here and wait
Ignorant of my fate
Eager to meet my mate
Before I fall and faint
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