Broken Poem by Felix Otiende

BROKEN
Isn't true, that love is so sweet?
Or the four words was explained to you in another language,
Was my arrow too short for your heart?

When I met you, I knew you were my Ruth and I your Boaz,
You were Judas among the twelve,
You betrayed my heart and soul,

Alas! Heard someone is weeding my palm wine,
Did I failed to weed it right?
Now you mock and laugh at me before your friends,

My villagemate whom I named after my father,
Now calls me uncle,
You have trained him well,

I know you have changed alot,
Remember he is my blood,
Like the prodigal son he will come back home,

You said I can't provide,
Why didn't you complain about it in that four years?
When I was your school fees,

Just like the four leapers at the city gate,
My time will come,
I wish you happiness and may his plough never fails.

Otiende Otieno
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