foreign
Am just but a foriegner ,in this vile land,
I find no comfort,i see no peace,
This is alien,the food tasteless,
The water salty,the trees dry quick.
Am just but a traveler ,passing through this valley,
No hope nor future,am doomed to death,
I cant uprooot a grass,the mountains i cant shake ,
The custom is weak ,their grace a nuisance.
Am just but a sailer ,in this violent sea,
Currents beat strongly ,wind betrays me,
Pirates rule this world ,justice a treasure not found,
Rest is scarce ,profit is refutable.
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Julius Mungai
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