John Ngirachu

Rookie - 20 Points (10/11/1983 / Nairobi)

There Was - Poem by John Ngirachu

Blood on the stained brown seat
and you wondered where it was
the blood had come from sir
there was a smell in your breath
and a tear in that eye
there were tears in many eyes when you left
tears you and i cannot forget.
There is lie you beget
every time you puff out your chest
but until you and i cofess
these will be scratches
off a hairy man's chest.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 22, 2008



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