Brian Otucho

I Will Return, Mom

Hunger-stricken with rugged clothes on my body 

I have served here like a madman.

Beaten up and insulted.

Graveyard silence like passing through hell 

No space for me to rest 

No space for me to sleep 

No space for my Hurt head to reflect my life.

What mistake did I do 

that brought to me this punishment?


Oh hawk that flies so high 

in the sky 

You know what burns in my heart.

Is mom still standing, waiting for me

When she gazes over here?

Oh my mom, I'm coming home 

I'll return, may it be death.

Even if I return, a corpse 

Cut to thousand pieces,

I'll return home.


When I get through this wall 

to that side where there's sunshine.

I'll return mom...

Even if it may be death.

  • Author: Brian Otucho (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 22nd, 2022 12:51
  • Category: Sad
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