Even though I saw you cry

Wiping tears of great loss

Even though around you

Your feet wobbled

And the earth sunk

You must not cry

For you were among them!

Among those who went

To bed with the sun

While the wind slept in the horizon

Among those who sneaked out of Nyayo I

Hidden by the infancy of a new day

When the blades of grass

Still lay in conjugation

With the dews of yesternight!

You knew Brother,

You knew that chics must play

And anxious thighs lay

In wait for nomadic shafts

You knew that chics must play

Yet you joined the horses in their bay

To the rhymes of moral decadence you swayed..

And now,

Caught in the web of dark passions

You ask:

Which way shall I go?

Which way?

You will grope in the night

Lost among thickets of blind emotions

You will tread decades of broken promises

Your conscience craving redemption

You will search in the dim groves

Where gods no longer resided,

Gods who served REDEMPTION.

AfrOptimist Kenyan