GROWING UP
At the beginning, I was a baby
No mind to speak of, just need
Growing quickly into a toddler
Ancestral genes the modeller
Too young to follow a creed
Destined for greatness - maybe
A tall young boy, learning fast
Changes in both body and brain
Things one can do, stuff one can’t
Life suggesting a different slant
Examinations come round again
Until it’s leaving school at last
The world of work offers surety
Self-sufficient, now living alone
Many new challenging decisions
Interviews for better positions
Conducted on a mobile phone
Balancing interests with security
After decades of payslips and tax
Marriage, and even having kids
Retirement looms in a few years
More free time and no more tears
Hoping health is not on the skids
Faced with a different set of facts
Less about future, more of the past
One’s life was a million adventures
Now everything is at a slower pace
Often caught staring up into space
Getting used to wearing dentures
And accepting that the die is cast
Categories:
payslips, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
When need be
violence must be scripted without diction
the whole agly truth must make the pugent
In our world, need I say third
peaceful matching is an obscure tale, abominable by all jurisprudence
Headlines score cards for gallows humor, wrecking havoc makes for the highest bidder
World peace would only hold, when we're all a piece
when court rooms are too fair to be courted by hideous grooms
and the jury rejects quotations from below the helms
The things we do for justice sake, we willing to die for, fight foes, just to close case
You bet only a fly knows the pain of dying young, but it takes a week or two to give the niche a new look
The platoons, drawn by hefty promises to their payslips, our encounters at Tom Mboya are nominated for overtime
Sling shots might come in handy, don't take your chest to a gun fight
the loot is the down payment, break the tablets, pin it on Moses
No stones are to be left unturned, graphics are touch stone inspired
Better still,
thirsting to score touch down before dawn
steal the rail line at the Kibera sector
Only then
Will they take care of you and I
Categories:
payslips, corruption, discrimination, satire,
Form: Free verse