Month: November 2016

It was 56,

Rational among the ‘odd’,

Pick a stick instead to defend.

Rather than wait for the dark cloud to descend

and consume all that was left.

 

Pull together the horns of the Kings,

Into a near blow. Preferred collateral damage

than unilateral servitude.

Took advantage to ask what he needed,

to save the island from the Giant.

 

Risky all thought,

But what is risky than years of

Slavery, forced labor and be a ‘pig’ and

Mongoose?

 

Greedy he was not,

Chose to extend the struggle

Across the water. 30,000 men,

He fought for me.

RIP Castro.

I asked, BY Yego Kip.

I asked Grandpa, teach me story,

Story he begins,

ends with a man disappeared,

Disappeared in hands of a strange man.

Chains in hands, riding in a bloody ship.

I asked daddy, show me Hero,

Hero, he says

Matiba and ends in jail.

Jail for 27 years and he be out,

White man took his land and beat wife and children.

I asked Serikal, where is Rich,

Rich, he says

have diamond and ends with the West.

West for dollar and receive we little,

Weak you must yield for they strong.

I asked teacher, teach me school,

School begins

ends with a son in the West,

West for 50 years and he be back.

Money have and no mouth to say Chamgei.