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Kochieng Kevine Poem
DEAR GOD,
why must I see the road blocked--
and make the about-turn?
I want to know something--
why must all my dream become oblique
and blatantly bare?
your generosity stills stands--
waiting to inject my pessimisms.
in absolute rejoinder, God I agree
the solemnity, the gravity, all that matters.
I stand to be corrected now.
I stand to be given another luck, God.
by placing me anthropocentrically--
I got myself condoned on that glorious tree,
God why did you do that?
why did they bow to me for instance--
capitulating their will under my foot?
or does it mean they pray me?
I am just a piece of the clay--
and you know that God
my righteousness is underdone
it has empty existence at all, God!
Copyright © Kochieng Kevine | Year Posted 2016
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Kochieng Kevine Poem
DEEP DOWN MY THROAT
Judging by what man see
yes, intertwined memories slumber
and gorgeous silver linings a feel
deep down the throat it stagger
Universally my man kills
and subjugates my loosened freedom
then rounds of blubbering tokens wills
in severe painful skin of a walking warm
Bringing pot bellied sacks
that speaks the moment they are lashed
convincing millions of scurvy scars
then performing serious bids abolished
I will spare my gratitude
to my mother nature
once I find a conviction beyond altitude
but my man shall have fed enough on my pasture
Copyright © Kochieng Kevine | Year Posted 2016
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Kochieng Kevine Poem
IN THE EGG
There is life immortal in the egg
life that flows in full blast of promises,
both two phases of life lies there
there is a wider river flowing in the egg
river that carry with it all tantamount
of life saving crystal clear water
the coward yoke that resides in the egg
and awaits to bring forth the genesis,
when smashed and smashed then all halt
in the egg life resides, life mercurial
we the people of this greater nation
from one single egg were sprouted.
Copyright © Kochieng Kevine | Year Posted 2016
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