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Sorry

Sorry
Sorry to that mother,
Who lost her blessing,
On our delivery beds,
Who bled to death,
Under our vigil watch,
Who lost her womb,
For reasons we could not avoid

Sorry to that man,
Who lost his hope,
 Of beating cancer,
Whose liver ,
We had to remove,
Who lost his limb
For reasons we could not avoid

Sorry to that girl,
Who lost her smile,
On moving a mile,
Whose bright eyes,
We had to transplant,
Who lost her lips,
For reasons we could not avoid

Sorry to that boy,
Who lost his fingers,
Because of jiggers,
Whose ability to eat ,
Was snuffed away,
Who lost his ,
For reasons we could not avoid

Sorry to all ye people,
Who lost their faith,
In life itself,
Who in the course of our remedy,
Never came out the same again,
Who lost faith in us,
For reasons we could not avoid.

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Silenced Voice

Silenced Voice

My silenced voice,

Snuffed of noise,

Words gone far,

Hidden behind the bar

 

Thinking of my next move,

Of when next to move,

Watching and waiting,

For a life of baiting

 

I stand and wonder,

With all words set asunder,

Of the happenings around,

The evils that do abound

 

My cries were rejected,

Mine complaints rejected,

Do you see what's happening?

- Life's a sword that needs sharpening-

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My Shaken Race

My Shaken Race.
I'm racing against time
Lost in the motions
Fighting past emotions
Carrying mine directions

One step at a time
Eyes on the past distance
I takea step forward
While strides backwards

Wrestling the whistling wind
I, weary in the motions
Sweated and drenched in it
Chest pounding like dried drums

My path ruffled with leaves
Roads roughened with cracks
My feet bled by them
I race towards the dark lines

I'm rocked of my race
Quickly gathering the slow pace
In the race of slow progression
Ascent only a dream

Sinews weakened and worried
Bones torn an worn
Joints locked and shaky
I fight on and off

I'm slowly moving
Backwards to nowhere
I stagnate and regress
In my own undefined race

Like drunkards at night
I stagger and fight
Pretend to fix my sight
But hopeless of reaching the height

Edison H  Okoth.

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Sobriety

Sobriety.
Sobriety is the song I sing
Away from all their life's sting
For I detest surrounded minds
Hate their witnessed shame
Acting as though they are lame

Sobriety is the whistle I blow,
To cool their inebriated thoughts,
Whether fast or just slow
I teach them the right path to crawl,
So to avoid the brawl

Sobriety is the story I tell,
Scalpel in hand below the light above,
To the coated who wish to serve,
And not their steadiness to sell,
If they need to go deep and safely out

Sobriety is the letter I write,
To the young and blind,
Before their eyes they do unfold,
to see what waits ahead,
Lest their future they grind

Sobriety is the air I breath,
Into the nostrils of they
They who know not the way,
Who had lost but the brightness of their day
Who had nothing to say

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The Worldwide Cry

The worldwide cry.
From the four corners of the earth,
In the crowded street and lonely path,
One cry is heard,
A cry so sad

The cry of sons and mothers,
The cry of daughters and fathers,
Is that the monster within,
May not in us be seen

We cry for children in their childhood,
To keep their mortal fields so green,
We cry for adults in their adulthood,
To keep their bright linen clean

We cry for abstinence before marriage,
And faithfulness in marriage,
We cry for protection of life,
Before we all end in strife

Though our hearts bleed with sorrow,
Yes! we can hope for tomorrow,
For a new dawn has unfolded,
And the past hast been folded

Antiretrovirals is our new song,
What we had waited for so long,
Compliance is the key,
For the long life we hope to see

Better nutrition is the word in our lips,
Lest we all slumber and slip,
To infections ,
Worse than injections

We also cry to the one above,
The one we truly love,
For He wilt wipe our tears away,
So that long we wilt stay

Who wilt the ribbon mend,
And so our lives defend?

Who so brave can we send
To fight this monster to the end?

'Tis us all the affected,
As hands we join with the infected

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Revisit

Revisit.

I would like to revisit those days,

Of mine younghood,

When I hoped for the best in life,

 

I would like to think of the innocence within,

The hopes of things unknown,

The face held up high,

Onto the mountain above me

 

I saw and heard them,

Saw them leading lives,

I envied I had,

I heard them say those words,

Of how great they were,

Enjoyed every bit of it

 

I wondered when I would hold the mantle,

And run for the battle ,

Of killing pessimism,

Inside my young heart,

 

'Tis on that rainy morning,

When my teeth hurt, 
My head ached,

Like pangs of fire in my soul,

That I entered the hose of solace,

With men dressed in white,

Stethoscopes in hand,

That I made an about-turn,

To save both friend and foe,

 

My dream had began,

I was meant to run,

For the future so bright,

Whether it took a fight

 

Poor I was,

with no pence to mine name,

Rugged regalia under corrugated iron roof,

Shaky desks and whitewashed tin wall,

But I had to make it after all,

 

Days of tears and days of mild happiness,

Seasons of scarce and seasons of plenty,

Moments of pain and moments of gain,

followed the tender heart that was me,

For that future I had to see

 

I stand tall among giants,

Praying to grow one day,

And reach for them moons,

I still have to stay,

awake and alert,

Till that day wilt become my stay

 

Read mine lips the blind,

Sing my song the voiceless,

Walk to the mountaintops , ye the crippled,

Hear my chant ye the deaf,

For your day is here!

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Soiled Linen

Soiled Linen


His dreary dream came true,

His pursuit for salvation of humanity,

Came to a sudden halt

 

The teachings she got,

The failures she had fought,

To stay ahead,

Of the most read,

Remained just that

 

The years he spent,

classes he went,

Gaining the mastery,

Of the skill so dear,

Was not at all evident

 

She broke the oath of father Hippocrates

By turning into a hypocrite,

 

Secrets he let fly,

Out of the guarded hospital gate,

Ate for ailments' sake,

Refused to heed the night call,

Till to death the patient did fall

 

In the operation room,

She turned less than a broom,

Left fiery blades intact,

in the sutured wound,

Negligence I say

 

They soiled their linen,

But all we were blamed,

 For one stain amidst us

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The Rigors

The rigors
Broken wings we oft fly with,
The mistakes of yester-years bound so deep,
Inside hearts so tender,
Without intent to hurt,

Blood spills like tears,
Confirming our daily fears,
Of those we erred,
Those whom the blade did pierce

We live with hope,
Not to tighten that rope,
Break the bridge of breathe,
Of those under our eyes

Clinging to our little minds,
The lessons from learning,
Trying to relieve,
And not deceive

At times 'tis destiny,
That time has come,
To end the long journey,
To stop the pain

Options are many,
We make the best,
And try later the rest,
Faith indeed.

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Your Name

Your Name.

Your name hast been mine breathe,

At moments when air I gasp for,

I have clang to the mention of it,

As others die ,

I thrive

 

Your name hast been all the same,

The unchanging sweet melody,

In my ears,

During moments of silence

 

Your name hast been mine hope,

For another day to live,

And another life to give,

When all tomorrows' cannot be seen,

And what lies  ahead is hazy 

 

Your name hast been the joy in mine heart,

When all I see is hurt,

It has put an unending smile,

In my face,

Made me walk a mile,

To the promises you made

 

Your name hast been mine glory,

In battles I have fought,

The teachings you had taught,

As I sat and did listen,

I have a glory that doth glisten

 

At the mention of thy name,

I see myself at thy side,

Filled with love abounding,

Peace confounding,

Without sprinkles of shame,

In truth I abide

 

Your name is a precious jewel I love to hold.

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Chances

Chances.

We got the chance

In the arena of life's dance

Tis time to use it

Tap our feet

 

Each had his own

All have their own

To try and shine

To do the best

And be ahead of the rest

 

We have chances ,

To prove our worth,

In the arena of bloody bed linen

Of wails and heart-rending cries

Of people in need of rest

 

We have a chance ,

To salvage the situation,

To bring hope to the population,

Life to the dead,

And joy to the sad

 

We have the chance while we live,

For what we ought to give ,

Is our full share of devotion,

To what we do best

 

Chances never come in vain,

Nor to one parking in the lane,

Let our chances kill the pain,

Like showers of morning rain.