Coup D Etat
These four walls.
Silent and old like a willow tree.
I look at you and cry green,solid tears!
These four walls
That have housed my mother,her mother, her mother and her mother before!
What is your intent!?
How many more will drown in these four walls,
Before the day breaks!?
I curse you!You bloody walls!
Had I the strength of Samson,I would break you down and build a forest where you stand!
These four walls!
Four silent walls full of wisdom!
I hear you laugh with the rain and dance with the sun,
Yet you stand so innocently before me!
ENOUGH!
Enough of you four walls!
I will masturbate in your presence to the
Sexiness of my dreams!
Dreams I will realise even in your silence
And Cum the white cream of pride
On you,four walls!
I will birth,
So strongly the future of my life
And let the Ng'wees of my new child
Ring forever in your closed ears!
Ears that have heard me raped over,and over,and over by the silence of the world every time I reached out!!
These four walls,
Standing mightly like a fortress
Will be the foundation of my empire!!!
2016.
Copyright © Olive Wambui | Year Posted 2016
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