defilement
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Where is what he fought and died for?
“Who?” I hear you asking.
Dedan Kimathi! The man we love to forget.
The man who turns in his unmarked grave every day,
The man screaming in his grave right now at our betrayal!
I had a strange dream last night,
I was a cop in a lengthy firefight
I was scared and the long awaited back up was just not coming
Bang! Bang! The shots rang!
And all my mind kept shouting was “run Charles run!”
Once upon a time, a bird
(a young and fragile thing)
Far far above the treetops, tall,
To the wind her song did sing.
She lived inside a birdhouse
Swayed from branches high.
