by erick ochieng otieno | |
Published on: Nov 6, 2006 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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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 « return. |