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Woodpecker Mourns

This morning I heard Woodpecker sing
She sang melodious songs
in mournful tones
She sang of victories;
The song of a worrier
leaving a battle field
with spear in his right hand
and a shield in the left
The voices of fallen comrades
drowning his chants of praise
then tears streaked his visage
he wept for families lost
beautiful wives
in curvy shapes and sound morals
warmth of children with innocent demeanour
The soldier wept for a future lost
of bodies disfigured
and red rivers
The Woodpecker sang it all
The plight of brave soldiers
whose sacrifices were met with greed
He returned home with nothing
but a spear in the right
and a shield in the left

Like a nightmare in a troubling sleep
home was no more
where his hut once stood
a notice now read:
“ PRIVATE PROPERTY. NO TRESSPASS”
The woodpecker sang
Ooh, the bird sang this dawn
the dirges of heroes gone
She sang of Mboya
A great worrier of Joramogi
A worrier of pen and tongue
killed for being too good for the regime
The bird sang of Robert Ouko
A hero slain for being too intelligent
to the heads in crown

The Woodpecker sang some more
these sorrowful songs of dawn
of fireflies lost in thickness of darkness
of trumpets drowned in silence
of night’s vigilant angels
and daylight marauding devils

The bird won’t stop
Now she’s singing of tombs
split open by gods of revenge
the cries of innocent orphans heard
the cursing of the widows
awakened the wrath of Karma
the dead are awake now
coming for their dues
now be quiet the mourning bird
the village awaits the morning bloodbath

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We Bartered Character with Money

In society today money rules

It speaks, it does

The lesser you have the lesser being you are

The more you have the closer you are to the king

 II

We are rummaging in darkness for vanity

Character lost like fart in air, where’s humanity?

YOLO is the mantra, get rich, have lap dances, and get a Lamborghini

Chop heads, drug some, sell your body, snatch wallets or sell your virginity

It doesn’t matter what you do, money is the gauge for vitality

III

It’s either you are rich or not

Societal rules no longer existent

Prostitution has become a taxable profession

Robbery a rite of passage to be bragged about

And corruption a chariot to paradise

Religion mocked as a fear factor and the creator a myth

Of what benefit is it to hold to a faith without wealth?

When that is all you need to buy good health?

III

But can’t we be a little considerate?

Why must we cripple others and blame it on fate?

Why must we kill what we can’t create?

Our moral standards have flatten on gauge

And for inheritance our children‘ve got aggression and not wisdom of age

IV

So we’ve bartered our souls for money

And made it a deity to be worshiped by the society

The world owns us in trinity

Our minds dominated by thoughts of vanity

Our bodies are sacrifices to gods; ‘shapers’ of destiny

And our spiritual beings no longer thirst for divinity

 V

But there comes a day we shall have to pay

For KARMA can never be fooled