I questioned as child out of innocence
To which elders thought nonsense
But still understood not I
The mystery of all, why?
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Here in our world
Religious are the bold
They are the people who mold
Everywhere they are behold
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Know not I to me
For I know not who actually I
Can anyone know I?
For I struggle to know I
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A man sat in a scriptorium to script a poem
Thought on a woman's gorgeousness
To put pen to paper her beauty
Started thus, "To what shall I compare
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Young minds with flowing wisdom
Young bodies with flowing spirit
Young hearts with flowing desires
Young thoughts with flowing doubts
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In the words of a poet
Flows indeed a sonnet
Sounds like a trumpet
For sure all would connect
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The days in Kisumu spent
To the places I went
And the people I met
Will I not forget, I bet
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