The aesthetics of a Kenyan death
Is a cathartic tragic play
Which like fire in the hearth
Prepares us for that day
Like soil death is everywhere
Candidates are picked almost randomly
And before you make your last prayer
Its talons pluck your heart unceremoniously
If you don’t die of hunger
Or any cause for those down the ladder
The police and army- all these armed militias
Are on standby to issue the visas
Death here is certain, expected
Welcome and sought for at times
It is the opium of the living dead
Whose lives are marred by tribulations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Very sad but great. Good write. May invite you to read my poem called, for michael hicky. Its a true story.