Revolutionaries
Tear gas canisters and rubber bullets
are hurled at their direction,
yet they rise again and again,
like anthills cropping out from earth.
The rains normally beat them, but keep
on rising and rising from the ground…
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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