by erick ochieng otieno | |
Published on: May 30, 2007 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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Today I am here Tomorrow I am there Trying so hard To see the sense Of it all I try my level best To tell my friends That all is well I try to tell my friends That I am okay But deep within my soul I keep on Asking myself The self answering question What happened? I tend to know What really happened But it seems to me Like ages and eons I try to figure when it happened Then something strikes me It was yesterday I was going to school I was going to the shop Was going to see my mom Yes, going to see my teacher With a problem I had With my assignments Then there it was A blast A huge loud bang Next to me What was it? I did not know I did not imagine Then it happened I saw blood I saw flesh I saw white brain matter I saw… How do I put it? It was so scary I could not sleep I could not eat I had never thought It could happen Next to me I then thought Of my schoolmates Of my class mates Of my friend Of my father Of my mother Of my brother Of my sister Of my cousin The list is long And you will have To forgive me If I don’t finish They were gone Gone in a second In a flash Everything Was shattered My dreams Of a happy family My dreams Of finishing school My dreams Of a happy life My dreams My dreams… When will it end? I keep on asking myself When will peace come? It is an innocent question Is there anybody to answer me? Why am I left alone? Why, why, why… Where is the peace Where is the white dove? The creature of peace? I am crying Others are crying It is said that 2000 soldiers Have been killed And that is a great loss I have lost thousands of people Who were around me That is a collateral damage And it is not news Who will highlight My plight Who will tell the world? Of my sorrows Who will tell the world? Of my sufferings When I can not go to school When I ca not eat When I have to fetch for my clothing When I have to take care Of my siblings At a tender age I am a father I am a mother Because someone Felt that They were fighting For my rights Is it my rights? Really? I would like an answer Please answer me I need some consolation Come Let us sing together Let us bring peace It is only You and me We have tried To let them bring peace But we have got sorrows And sufferings Woes of the loved ones We should be children of peace Let us foster peace let us plant the first seedling For the sake of peace And as the peace tree grow We shall know That we are making headways To the promised land And let us come together For it is only us And only us And no one else For it is a cry Of a crying child « return. |