Voices Of Broken Pieces

Mwalimu Wuod Mwalimu

Our hearts desire peace,

Our yearning for unity,

Our thirst for change,

Yet answers elude us, cease.

 

We cannot rejoice,

While the black bull still holds sway,

Our voices united, we raise,

For justice and a brighter day.

 

My son, lost in that demonstration,

Taken from me, my precious one,

His voice silenced, a tragic summation,

By brutal murders, his life undone.

 

Listen to my plea,

My only brother, too, now gone,

To lands of the dead, forced to flee,

By inhumane officers who were so wrong.

 

They obeyed His Excellency's orders,

To quell innocent voices, they sought,

Eliminating those who dared be supporters,

Of their rights, they were brutally caught.

 

The cost of living, like evening winds, rose,

Leaving us struggling, our pain exposed.

 

My fellow mourners, hear my cry,

My only daughter, just a teenager,

Taken from me, no chance to say goodbye,

Her future stolen, her life a wager.

 

Only five years old, so tender,

She sang for peace, a hopeful render,

Yet they shot her brutally, no defender,

Leaving her mother's heart torn asunder.

 

  • Author: Benard Oluoch (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 23rd, 2023 15:08
  • Comment from author about the poem: So sad losing citizens because of poor governance, political indifferences,high cost of living. The protestants brutally killed by the guys in blue who receive order from 'Him'
  • Category: Sociopolitical
  • Views: 6
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    all we can do
    is mourn, pray, learn
    and hope
    and, hope
    since our anger and striving for justice
    only lead to more suffering
    and funerals for the innocent..
    thanks for sharing, brother
    keep writing, keep voicing
    your pain
    but do not seek an eye for an eye
    let your very breath, become your fight
    your every memory of those
    you've lost, define your bravery
    for you see
    once we're no longer
    part of the living, all those
    we remember and keep alive
    in our memory's, die
    their second death
    so above all else, we must
    first and always
    cherish, life!



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