by erick ochieng otieno
Published on: Nov 6, 2006
Topic:
Type: Poetry

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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