Kenyan…

By this name,
I belong to a motherland with reason
That I, son of the village horn have to live by

By this name,
I acquire a title sometimes within a season
Either good or bad, as time pass by

By this name,
I carry my ID with accreditation
Of being a peace loving citizen, sometimes a lullaby

By this name,
I pledge to help my neighbour towards freedom
Stand to be counted as a responsible member of society

Whenever I think of raising a machete to dice
Swinging a sword to slice
Or whisking a gun to bruise…

…I reflect my mirrors to notice the ashamed recognition
When I say “I am Kenyan”
And stop before I start,
…This life abortion.



……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2008