A Poem For Censorship Poem by Micah Munyegera
A Poem For Censorship
I am not at ease!
And I must say, to wanainchi!
The instant red "cordoned scenes"
Staged in abyss pot-hole roads,
Shining black at night...
And smelling raw sewage in day light.
I AM NOT ATEASE!
I am not at peace!
I am not at ease!
Check our once cherished,
And decked streets
Continuously wailing on one death-bed;
Suffering from inevitable corruption
Of only one and one swine glutton.
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