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War In Kenya

There is a war in Kenya,
They call it a Civil War.

The infernos of Hell came to church
And people gnashed their teeth and burned,
Ex-neighbours watch them burn with smiles,
Excited by the wail of dying children.

How fast darkness creeps into the heart of men
When the manacles of greed grip their hearts
And power drunk leaders seek to reign eternal.
What will then become of us?

The war in Kenya is no news,
The conflict in Somalia had no use,
The people in Darfur suffered too,
Please tell me, would you,
Where is the ambience of love we once knew?

Where do these wasted roads lead?
Roads littered with charred bodies,
Roads where scrawny hands pray unendingly
Roads wet from the incessant rush of tears.

There is a war in Kenya,
The cowards who declared it,
They are hidden in stone castles
Shouting senseless orders over large meals
To sycophants and bootlickers on killing sprees.

There is a war in Kenya,
They call it a Civil War.

People are killing people in Kenya
They say it is civilized; it is called a civil war.

*****18th January 2008*****

(I wrote this poem during the Kenya election violence in 2008)

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