Development... Poem by Robert Mutsaers

Upon our veil of ignorance,
The desperate becomes a fugitive,
When compassion clears the sky,
And raid engenders reason for the punitive.

I ask you to be blessed once more,
When we prepare the pyre and play bore;
This endless grudged score.

Upon resistance to our lost cause,
The rhizome becomes purgatory,
When You invigilate our conquest,
And beget engenders peace for the auxiliary.

I beg You to bless us once more,
When I prepare my pyre and act for;
Our amazing atavistic folklore.

Nairobi, March 12,2011