Gone Too Soon : Misram
GONE TOO SOON : MISRAM
Most people would not know Misram at all
Only her own family and some friends
She had little influence or impact
On the world and a
Very short
Life.
Insight into her life is easy to give: poverty, pain, death
Born in poverty - eight kids, in corrugated
Metal shack near the Serengeti
Had malaria and rickets
Most of the
Time.
Was five when the warlord came with his drunken horde
Village ceased to exist, family ceased to be,
Misram’s life brutally ended for the
For the amusement
Of a machete-
Wielding
Thug.
She should have gone to school, should have
Trained as a nurse or teacher, should
Have grown to be mum and
Grandmum, should
Have seen Kenya
Prosper.
Misram passed away before she was supposed to.
Perhaps she will be remembered only
By the words in this poem;
But perhaps
Not.
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