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by Mbũrũ Kamau | |
Published on: Aug 5, 2005 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=5994 | |
The morning of your permanent sleep Caught us unawaress, lest expected We thought you had come to liberate Silence the crying children Orphaned by the dealdly war That ravaged through the land for decades unblinkingly We heard your plane crashed in the African Soil Which you had defended with your might A new dwan was possible. But death has it got no limits, Why does it go for the fertile? We asked wailed and sang dirges Reminscing your deeds And your brevity in the land of your fores In the Nubian Mountains, you vowed To make the young and old See a new morn full of life ahead For many moons, They knew no peace They knew no smiles They saw no need for them After all, was life worth living? They contemplated. When you were made one among them We sang a new anthem We ulululated Bringing the dead to life We gyrated our hips In your recognition Yes! Even the toothless all sang. They saw and touched, Their Black Moses, giving his 'I Have A Dream' but never saw it Then the ugly hand of death... With its cruelity, snatched you From their midst. Are we going to reach Canaan? They ask I have no answer for them They have it We will wait and see With just, Dr. Garang, The people whom you left, With the heavy task, Will accomplish your dream REST IN PEACE... De Mabior, Son of AFRICA « return. |