Destination - Poem by Cunningham Mbati
Death is my destination
right now I have no other way to escape it
but you can do it
each night I fall in tears
for I don't believe my friend is going to betray me
I have trusted you for more than twenty years
I have made decisions with your influence
Spend time with you
Walked side by side with
and I have dined with you but it was for your benefit.
My heart beats are fast
not because am sick
but because of the machete you carrying
those bows and arrows you have
the guns that are pointed at me
I feel am done.
Now I all I ask,
is it because my community is a minority?
is it because we are always leaders?
is it because we know how to do business?
is it because my community knows how to cook chicken
or it is it because we have no numbers?
am tired with your threats
am tired with your myopic mind
I have never trespassed you
but if you want to kill me it's not fair.
I feel this death now
my mother is wailing to have lost his only son
my sisters have no one to call a brother
my dad cries his wasted investment
but am already gone
I never thought to be dead
at such a time
it was not my choice
but my right killed me
May God forgive you.
Please Kenya don't kill your people
it will haunt you
remember the scars of 2007/2008
the world is watching you
but that is not the case
just don't kill your brother
PEACE ON THIS PLANET BEGINS WITH YOU.
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