Demothering
My cry I land on the maiden stages
for the satirical life come unbecome
though to cry I cant for no might
yours I quest where to run?
You hit my buttock like a tom drum
Remember hasira mwisho hasara
Better love not violent mama
yours I quest where to run?
My loins you torch I ate coins
my body incinerate I came late
and burn my seaters the wet bed
yours I quest where to run?
loneliness I harness my banned allies
food prestigious stone for mine
early to school on a shrunk tummy
yours I quest where to run?
like a donkey from school I toil
no work no eat my prompt pay
my routine teardrop a painful cry
yours I quest where to run?
People feign adamant for my plight
my defiling hear you bang the eyes
behind your laughter my bitter weap
yours I quest where to run?
As I coil to foil the world I toil
my plight I denounce the turmoil
the tender-hearted welcome to cushion
yours I quest where to run?
Copyright © Moses Kisiang'Ani Makhakha | Year Posted 2019
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