Poetry, Uncategorized

MAMA’S DREAMLAND

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She loves those hills of rolling green,

And the barren parched-grey scrub:

That rust-red earth makes her dream,

Along a simple clichéd theme,

Of people dancing hand in hand

Across her ancient, sun-drenched land.

The golden beaches fringed with palms

Where people sway with open arms

To the rhythm of the sea

From today until eternity.

Her snowy peaks in cobalt skies

Will echo sounds of happy cries,

Of children dancing, always free,

Free from tribal tyranny.

Whirling, twirling, love as one,

Smiles beneath the yellow sun,

Or laughing in the rain,

And setting free the pain.

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Poetry, Uncategorized

FIREFLIES UNDER AFRICAN SKIES

Photo:  Kenya post-election violence, 2008*

 

Nepotism and lies

Of those that claim

Corruption and tribal ties

Do not exist,

Insist

They’re made up.

The Powerful prioritise

Personal gain under political guise.

 

A suffering nation defies

Democracy’s demise

And generations of apathy with

Anarchy.

 

Those who defy are

Crushed like flies.

 

The promise of hope slowly dies,

Like fireflies under African skies.

 

 

 

*The United Nations estimates that there are still as many as 17,000 internally displaced refugees in Kenya.  The next presidential elections are scheduled for March 2013.

 

(A while ago I read somewhere on WordPress the phrase ‘fireflies under African skies’ and it stuck with me and partly inspired the piece above.  Sorry, I can’t remember whose blog it was, but thank you, and if it was you, please let me know, so that I can thank you personally).

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