Golden Love Poem by saranga otieno

Treat her well, Jaseme
Manning the care desk,
She approaches, bare feet and red earth
Teardrops across the chick
Hm! she sighs
Hm! I sigh
Kwiii kwiii, she sobs
Hm! I sigh

She has the beauty of a tiger.
Her mouth obligingly flows
Love and destiny both attended to her will
An embracing dimples of the lake
Her bounce and curve lower the flag away
Hm! I sigh
But here she is, sobbing up
Shading tears, beaten by her love of life

Sudanese boy, aquiline nose
Sharp eyes
White teeth
Approaching in uniform
Pointing the direction, ‘he has assaulted me"
Hm! I sigh

"RSM" officer, those days
Elephant ears
Drumming towards me, she and him
His buttocks, like sacks of cotton
Chest, the simsim granary no differ
He walks towards us, like a lion
With a bone in his mouth
King of the Jungle
Sacks of cotton on his bitstock
Rising and falling
Like P'bitek says!
One hand holding a golden stick
What is? Omwami

Goes a head
Commandmental judgment
Man to woman
Did you not say?
For better or worse
Did u not hear though shall not fight
Discipline, yes but only
Wajackoya stick
The Cherara Arithmetic
0.01Mm opaqueness!
Don't be
The Nigerian terrorist
Abducting holy Nuns
For prayer or ordination?
Treat her well JASEME