Dawn
The enemy crouches
In the night
To kill, steal and destroy
When the morn awakes
The sun uncovers
The wicked deeds
The farmer rises
To admire in horror
The painting of white-wash
Decorated to each crop
By the enemy at night
Copyright © Joseph Gatebi Wanjenga | Year Posted 2013
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