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Looking yonder
I see a tear drop
Looking further
I see a blood drop
I then ask myself
Why the drops?
I then wonder aloud
Where did they come from?
Didn’t you know?
There came a sound
From nowhere
I then start
To see the sense
Yes! I have gotten
The real source
Of the tear
And the blood
But where
Does it come from?
It is my brother’s?
It is my sister’s?
It is my uncle’s?
It is my aunt’s?
It is my mother’s?
It is my father’s?
It is my neighbor’s?
It is my ………? Oh!
The list is endless
But who
Or what
Caused
All these?
It is my brother
It is my sister
It is my uncle
It is my aunt
It is my mother
It is my father
It is my neighbor
It is my ……… Oh!
The list is endless
Why did
They do this?
I don’t know
Maybe I will
Ask them
Or I am sure
It is the hatred
In our hearts
We believe
We are doing
It for God
We believe
That we are
Bringing civilization
We believe
That we are
The ones chosen
To lead the world
And nobody else
Matters to us
And that is why
I announce
The death
Of the world
And the world mourns
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Erick Ochieng Otieno
I was a student from Egerton University. I pursued a course leading to a BSc in Applied Aquatic Sciences. I believe that through writing, one can relieve a lot from the heart. Inspiration came from hearing and reading. Whoever said that you have to be an old one to communicate issues of policies, did not consider that even a newborn communicates through its own way, "crying". I would like to communicate to the world all my thoughts; However minor they are, I believe they will go a great length to straighten or strengthen a policy or two somewhere and I shall have contributed to the well being of the world. How noble that is, it is for my worthy readers to let me know. So what do you think? Tell me anytime. Bye and have a nice reading.
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