In a Herd
That’s where my soul will free
The rhythm of my feet's ancestry
My chest heaves, filled with air
Charging, galloping in tune we dare
Dolphins swimming seas of vast grassland
Playing in marked, territorial coastland
Moving in sync on a hunt to spear
Side by side, we kill with no fear
In a league of our own atop Kilimanjaro
A zebra of warriors chasing tomorrow
I look at them and I feel welcome
We stride and pound the ground home
I lose my breath, they are my oxygen tank
Run for days and nights safe from attack
Move into the long stretch of a dark canyon
I never tier because with them I’m a Kenyan
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