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Moses Sichach Poem
First day of our life
The mother is ecstatic
Finally her pains and burdens are over
Ululations and congratulations are on
Could even be the next president
But father is in tears
Camouflaged as honest joy
Another big mouth to feed
Second day of our life
The priest is ecstatic
Finally another person in line for tithe
Could even be the next pope
But mother is in tears
Camouflaged as the touching by the word
Village thugs and whores praying for you
Another statistic of robbery without violence
Third day of our life
The teacher is ecstatic
Finally someone to be the Aristotle to their Plato
Could even be the next Einstein
But priest is in tears
Camouflaged as tears for absolution
Lawyers and politicians consecrating you
Another greedy scholar on the rise
Fourth day of our life
The couters are ecstatic
Finally we love being in love
Could even get married bells ringing
But teacher is in tears
Camouflaged as being proud of you
Another dumb romantic who never learns
Fifth day of our life
We are very ecstatic
Finally we made a new life
Could it be the need to sustain bliss human mediocrity?
But our sweethearts are in tears
Camouflaged as being happy for you
Another one escapes dying alone
Sixth day of our life
Grandchildren are ecstatic
Finally someone else full of laughter and ambition
Could it be their I-phone is the only new thing under the sun?
But we are in tears
Camouflaged as pain in our backs
Another generation who don’t know how short life is
The last day of my life
The better angels inside my head are mourning
Finally I am someone who lived in this world
Could it be because I will be forgotten?
But grandchild is happy
Camouflaged as tears for losing you
Just another man without legacy gone
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As I stand by my coffer
Like the Ganges let my tears cleanse your soul
For I go to fight my demons
And the cheers from the arena will echo through the world
Let them forever whisper the moments we had
For I learnt to kill the dead
As I sit by my grave
“I am not dead till you forget “in stone engrave
And this termites will feast me till am nothing I Rest in Distress
Let the soil absorb my sorrows
And the fruits remind you of the happiness we felt
For I learnt to kill the dead
As I sleep in the kiln
The world is my urn scatter me by the sea
And in the deepest trenches let my sins sink like debris
Let the wind Whisper my greatest deeds
And by your lips my legend will live
For I learnt to kill the Dead
As I take my seat in the Hades
The everlasting fire warm my soul I am cold
Burn my pain to ashes purify me to grace
Let the screams be music to your ears
Get a drink cheers my life celebrate
For I learnt to kill the dead
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I have lost a lot of friends
A lot of my friends from back then
Time has stolen them from me
I am not even certain
Of how they met their end ‘
But you specifically
Do you remember
In Nursery school, we used to play
Eat dirt, swing and slay monsters all-day
But now I can’t even remember your name
Rest in peace my friend You will always live as a part of me
I have lost a lot of friends
A lot of my friends from back then
The distance between us stole them from me
I am not even certain
If their end was excruciating or sudden and easy
But you specifically.
Do you remember?
In primary school
you always let me copy mathematics
When Mrs. Githafu was checking and marking
We were at the back bench laughing waiting for breaks
Just so we could play
I am so sorry I can’t even remember your name
It’s been too long since then
Rest in peace my friend You will always live as a part of me
I have lost a lot of friends
A lot of my friends from back then
Life just stole them from me
I am not even certain
If in the end they saw a light or was it just darkness?
But you specifically.
Do you remember?
We met during the music festivals
Back in Nakuru, when we were in high school
Some of my friends who are dead like you
Pushed me to say hi
I remember your smile, it was so beautiful
Your replies, you were so kind
But your name
I am so sorry I can’t remember your name
Rest in peace my friend You will always live as a part of me
I have lost a lot of friends
A lot of my friends from back then
My search for more stole them from me
Buried under the thousands of followers just for the sake of numbers
But you specifically.
Do you remember?
I remember the excitement of my first Facebook friend
Back in 09’
my first Instagram post with a double tap
Back in 12’
They were all from you, my biggest friend I never met
But you forgot to send me an invite to your burial
Still, I can’t quite remember your name
Rest in peace my friend You will always live as a part of me
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We can't be the same me and you?
You think of how long before you die
I think, how long before I kill myself?
You would reckon it is an intresting bet
Count me in I got 100 on the next day
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Must our eyes even when we blind see
I closed my eyes but Zipporah D ‘Ead was aborting the Evil
Zipporah says Kevin Daddy closed her eyes not to see
And that mother sees but to her it’s no Evil
Remember my daughter all we have is nothing you have to see
Until it’s too late we must see no Evil
Must our ears even when we deaf Hear
I closed my ears but Mama Zipporah was screaming like she saw something Evil
Kevin Daddy says she is stupid she want supposed to hear
And that Zipporah my sister died of nature not Evil
Zipporah my saint pray for mother I need you to Hear
And don’t forget she did her best but too late she is not evil
Remember in this our world money buys ears they all can’t Hear
Until it’s too late we must hear no evil
Must our mouths even when we Dumb Speak
And closed his mouth but Kevin Daddy drunk in his straitjacket must be something Evil
Zipporah and her mother he says to him they speak
Another one they say cray like the world it’s Evil
Remember the voices in our heads shouldn’t Speak
Until it’s too late we must speak no Evil
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My life is playing me
The whore that it is
Patient zero got it from her
The whole world is without protection
My life is beating me
The rod that it is
The whales can’t ever stop moaning
My whole world is with pain pollution
My life is breaking me
The rock that it is
All quarries would be empty
The whole world made of sand from a gods imagination
My life is scarring me
The raw wound that it is
A bed of corpses less gory
My whole world is graveyard for hope and salvation
My life is leaving me
The whole time that it is
My screams and shouts can’t even reach her
The whole world racing to unknown destination
My life is killing me
The load that it is
Drainages clogged, latrines like her mouth flowing
My whole world pushing problems to disinfecting solution
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My heart is heavy today
It has nothing to do with the first day
Her smile like my effort, Impressive
Her hair dyed and buried the queens how majestic
Her beauty so be witching
Who knew the devil as an angel?
Trust me feels like good luck for more than a moment
But the torture in a second
More than the thirst of 40 days
My heart is heavy today
It has nothing to do with valentine the day
That moment like the all Seeing Eye Iconic
The roses, the champagne and cake all eyegasmic
My happiness true like this words
Who knew the devil as an angel?
I’m sure God, Jesus and (because I am tired) the rest
My ignorance pierced my Armor of knowledge
My funeral less painful I will be a sleep I can bear
This is more than the thirst of 40 days
My heart is heavy today
It has nothing to do with her kind soft touch
My tears like the story of my life just flowing
My pain just like my nails keep growing
My heart just like my will broken
Who knew the devil as an angel?
I must have, but the dance was so inviting
The pale moonlight a scene so romantic
Then to witness the murder of Joy; a pain so corrosive
More than the thirst of 40 days
My heart is heavy today
It has everything to do with the one who left
The words like cupid’s arrows piercing
The memories we made like my love for you indispensable
But the pain caused make me wish you drown unsavable
Pretending to be fine like the sands by the sea
But my wound to heal I hope for the sands of time
Who knew the devil as an angel?
Trust me I did
It was fun while it lasted
I pray to make it through my thirst of 40 days
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It was not your fault
you hit me daily but did not discipline me
It is not your fault
I learnt to lie when you were looking for the truth
It is not your fault
I became who I am when you needed to be proud
It is not your fault
You did your best for me to become the worst
It is not your fault
I am full anger that can burn the world
It is not your fault
That I think if I am dead the world is better off
It is not your fault
You forced church on me and Somehow I lost god
It is not your fault
I fall in love and only experience dread
It is not your fault
I sit by myself even when the whole family is with me
It is not your fault
That I feel trapped within so much freedom
It is not your fault
It cannot be because I did not listen to you.
It is not yout fault
You did all this for me and I feel like It was done to me
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Chorus
Never give up or
Put yourself down
Never hate this
Tis just for loves
Never wake up be a dreamer
Till your dream your life
Verse 1
Don’t pinch me
this dream
This cars
this house just for me
am joseph better coat
finer things stain my soul
j s on designer sole
made for the shine like a mirror
about the money like a banker
straws to all my haters
so y all can suck it
money talks
cheddah in my hands
Im holding conversation
So good a dirty mind
You cant brain wash
Your god deleted you
now you are not saved
Believe in you then
Get money till they say amen
Dad says its never too late till you dead
I cant ever be the late
So I
Work and work and work
And I
Chorus
Verse 2
Don’t pinch me
This moment
This feeling
This crown
Just for me
Am martin luther
Better style
Am no hoe land
Even with a dyke
You wont stop my flow
Always do it for you
or you get a crown of thorns
They will stab you in the back
if you save em all
like the joker keep smilling
please my heart keep beating
where is my throne
needs titling
lost my mind
quit looking
if its love keep falling
always keep time
like your life
don’t waste it
find yourself or you lose your chance for greatness
it’s a marathon till you run the world
so run and run and run
and please
chorus
bridge
everyone goes to sleep
but all don’t dream
you are special
may your work make men and angels cry
when it gets so hard like constipation
when the suns up high and its all trepidation
looking for salvation
and all is damnation
sleep honey
dream darling
and please honey
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In a night where the sons of sons sat under the stars
My father’s father told the sons of the wisdom of the sun
The beauty of the world is beheld in who we love
To live and to die they are all we try to have
A feeling that we love, that we are loved by the one
The one who breaks our heart, our souls they starve
The one you love will never love enough
In the same night when the sons of sons sat under the stars
My father told the sons of the wisdom of the sun
The eyesore of the world is our love of the mirror
Our confidence constructed on a surface of silver
Our charity creeps from the mountain of useless surplus
Just so they say we are as kind as they say they are
We sweat and sin just that we see them sin and sweat
The only love we trust is love by us, for us, by things like us
Still on that night when the sons of sons sat under the stars
I told the sons of the wisdom of the sun
The fairness of the world lies in forgiveness and sin
We all are sons from sin and of sin
We all are looking for a little peace just so we could sit
Always going everywhere and heading nowhere
Searching for atonement through the accursed
So we made God from our trepidation for our own redemption
On that night when the sons of sons sat under the stars
The son of sons told the sons of the wisdom of the sun
The plainness of the world is found in unsocial socializations
We are all alone, our tears are our accomplice
They teach us to be us yet they don’t know us
They create us in the image of their exalted desires
We are a canvas painted in their own narcissi
Brushed in a light so dark hoping we get drawn for them
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