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The Closing Statement


The Closing Statement.

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Posted by on June 23, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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The Closing Statement


Invisible most days. Misguided everyday

Killing men. Killing dreams. Killing hope

God’s army an unreasonable and merciless butcher

BREAKING NEWS – 40 killed in Mpeketoni Attack

 

Kenyatta’s soldiers fart loudly as they get out of bed

A bombed out village debuts in Kenya

A cold shiver sweeps across the country

Blood and a nation’s confidence drain from under a door

 

The President’s men are made of tin

Asking for understanding as though for a cup of tea

Terrorized villagers huskily scream in disbelief

God’s army, the only army kills another ten

 

UHURU KENYATTA, WHERE ARE YOU?

 

The President steps out from behind our shock

and ahead of our outrage

He is appropriately suited in somber and stern

He places his feet firmly on my ground

He carries 40 million of us and does not tremble

 

“My heart is bleeding and broken like Mpeketoni’s bodies

God’s army was not in Lamu

Hate and politics killed our brothers

My political enemies must stop shouting

and frothing in the mouth

so that more of our brothers do not die

My soldiers saw guns get loaded

but couldn’t get out of bed.”

 

The words are received equally but held differently

The Northerners are reassured

The South is inconvenienced

In the East people agree

Kenyans in the West are shocked

We all exhale

It’s the closing statement

 

BT

 

 

 
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Posted by on June 21, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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He Hugged Me


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This package is wrapped in patronage and pity

I must open it like I do all rap gifts

A vintage car drives up deprivation road

through a schooled camera

Kids with a sharp eye to the lens tell the hard story

Dandora Music is on the screen

looping at the start of a journey

It also sits on a chair across from me

Innocently creeping up on me

I am arrested

 

Fully acquiesced to my adult questioning

Dutifully pieces his life together

All my talking is not relaxing me

Submission and confidence

blend on him and not as a paradox

He occupies the easy space that I cannot fill

He lives between limitation and opportunity

Making some effort without any strain

He’s perched on a soft parental cushion that I can’t see

I come down from my walled in seat

Vulnerability is the only position

from which I might see him

 

He swaggers in last for the meal

Youthful sexuality strangely at home with humility

Washing dishes into a place in my heart

I must see this man again

I measure a cautious distance to say goodbye

But he crumples it and throws it in the trash

He hugs me

The magic in the air locks into a miracle

A current washes over me

And my heart takes the place of order and memory

 

BT

 
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Posted by on June 16, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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