Francis G. Kariuki
Coward Fighter - Poem by Francis G. Kariuki
The bell rings
I ought to go fighting
In confusion my head swings
Ignorant of what fate it brings
But to true strength I cling
'Can you fight me child? '
He egocentrically asks
As in glory he basks
And fear my face it masks
Desperate for aid from the mosque
In which I had put my sticks
'Poor me! '
My sole soul sympathizes
As the body goes numb with worries
Pleading for peace and mercies
As doubt with uncertainty mingles
Of kissing someone's **ses!
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