Poetic meditations

See where the beach hugs the sky? The horizon? No! The destination

If you had wings, How high would you fly? How far would you fly? If I gave you my wings, Would you fly away with me? Would you fly away from me? If they clipped your wings, Would you learn to fly like a turtle? Would you learn to sing like a caged bird? I thought you well how to fly little bird, Go explore the world, Go find out why the skies are blue Go plant your flag on the peaks of all the high mountains But when it gets dark, Don't forget to fly back home. I'll leave the door open Just in case I'll be out flying in my dreams too.

Be the person who cares, Who makes the effort. Be the person who loves without hesitation, The person who never shies away from the intensity of their hope. Be the person who believes, Believes in the softness of the world, In the goodness of other people, Who sees only the good in others, But not blind to their flaws, But helps them improve on these flaws, To become better There’s no reason why you can’t be that person Who makes others feel seen, Feel appreciated Feel loved, Because the world currently has a surplus of hate, Of anger, Of carelessness and carefree souls Be the voice of reason, A beacon of hope, Be caring without questioning, Love unconditionally Because there’s nothing stronger than someone who continues to stay soft, Especially in a world that hasn’t been kind to them. Be that person!

Let’s question God. Let us ask Him all these difficult questions Let us ask Him why me, Why us, Why now, Why now? Why this way. Why? If it wasn’t me, us, now like this, Who? Who? When? How? Let us ask him why a child dies at birth, Why the preacherman got killed and the killerman got paid, Why the poor man can only afford one meal a day for his family, Yet the rich man’s family are obese and busting at the seams Let us ask God why our enemies are still free and alive on the streets, Yet we asked Him to deal with them. Let us ask Him why the thieves and robbers, Rapists and murderers, Liars and cons, Still breath the same air, Enjoy the same sunlight, Moonlight, Sunrise, Sunset, As the saints, The righteous, The noble. Why the blind don’t see, Why all these dumb people, All these lame. Let us ask Him why He isn’t making me as rich as them, Why I have to work everyday to eat, Yet the wicked politicians kid can live a million years without breaking a ...

http://kenyanpoet.blogspot.com/ NO!NO!NO!. Not again. You want us to fight again? A fight to death? Even before we catch our breath? Who are them? Who are us? You said, We are fighting “them” For our rights. Our rights? I only see us in the ring. I don’t see them. Remember how we fought us? How you urged us to fight us? Not for us, but US. How we’ve always been fighting us? Fighting us for you? Fighting us to employ you? To give you power to mistreat us? Steal from us? Using us as pawns, at the battlefront, Fighting for you. Killing our mothers for you. Maiming our sons, for you. Do you love the colour of blood? The smell of blood? The desperate cries of our dying sons? Do you? Mr. Politician, Tell me, Who will you rule, who will you govern? If we all die in the ring? Are we collateral damage for your thirst for power? You love the color of blood? Kill you chicken and use their blood to paint your stomach red. You love the smell of blood? Kill one...

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