The year
was nineteen eighty
When our
hunters left home,
Armed
with same goal and unity
Promised
to bring the animal home!
The year
was nineteen eighty six
We saw
the long awaited come
Live, not
in videos, not in pics
But for
the party, they urged calm.
Thirty
years later
We’re
still locked up in wait
Nothing
gets better
Except
the fading of hope for fate!
Thirty
years later
Poking
our own hunters is a crime
Now they
call us ‘hater’
For just
saying, “Hey, it’s time!”
Things
have really changed
Our
basic right, now is silence
Things
have really changed
Our
basic freedom now, is joblessness!
For how
long shall we wait?
For how
long shall we wish?
For how
long shall we beg?
Before
we take back our country?
Poem by: Stephen
Obeli Someday
Written
for: Nyanjura Doreen
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