RIP THE NGONG SEVEN


Its the tenth,
A Sunday a grim day,
The country ones vibrant,
Vibrates and two soldiers on a mission lie burned beyond recognition.

Seven is the number,
Of those who go asunder,
As the plane nose dived into kibiku,
Disturbing the serenity of the early chirping birds.

Kenya at a loss,
A shave so close,
How so is you death so unmerciful?
Unrelenting you relinquish your fires,
Unannounced you cause tears,
Forcefully you snatch those we lean on.
Just like that you leave the tears the fears and the loss.

As I cry,
I pray for the strength.
Of the nation,
The unity of a people,
FOR THEIR COMES A TIME…
THERE COMES A TIME
WHEN A NATION IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN AN INDIVIDUAL.

*RIP Saitoti, Ojode and the FIVE.

RIP THE NGONG SEVEN


Its the tenth,
A Sunday a grim day,
The country ones vibrant,
Vibrates and two soldiers on a mission lie burned beyond recognition.

Seven is the number,
Of those who go asunder,
As the plane nose dived into kibiku,
Disturbing the serenity of the early chirping birds.

Kenya at a loss,
A shave so close,
How so is you death so unmerciful?
Unrelenting you relinquish your fires,
Unannounced you cause tears,
Forcefully you snatch those we lean on.
Just like that you leave the tears the fears and the loss.

As I cry,
I pray for the strength.
Of the nation,
The unity of a people,
FOR THEIR COMES A TIME…
THERE COMES A TIME
WHEN A NATION IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN AN INDIVIDUAL.

*RIP Saitoti, Ojode and the FIVE.


LGEIFSNE

Clad in a lovely business suit,

She wake majestically as if in pursuit,

Her well officious smile

Looking my way as she left me buried in a paper,

Dropped a crumpled piece of sheet on my desk

And passed brisk never looking  back.

 

I dropped the paper,

I uncrumpled the sheet,

And hurriedly uncoiled, recoiled

And then baffled by the art on this sheet,

Not that the message was sweet

And not ghastly either.

 

Hidden not exposed,

Just like her serene heart

Flowing honey and wandering wildly like a butterfly.

Like the setting sun

Hidden within the blankets of clouds

Her words; LGEIFSNE send shivers of a

Darkened hope unexposed,

Expectations that I had not revealed,

Neither keened an eye of desire of a burning fire,

And connected a wire

To bond.

Her felicity,

Scathed my own rendezvous,

For I had ignored her tender look.

LGEIFSNE still lingers in my mind,

The tap of her shoes ringing a bell,

As her wasp waist wiggles in the air.

Creating a mist in my eyes,

Leaving a silhouette of her beauty

Forever in my eyes.

                                                                                                                                                                    ©Musungupoetry2012

 

 

THE BEST GAME!!!!


Politics of mind,

Politics for money,

Politics for fame,

Politics of oppression,

Politics, a dirty game.

 

 

Politics for the love of the nation,

Politics for ideology and vision,

Politics for good governance,

Politics for development,

Politics for progress.

 

Politics for wealth,

Politics of pettiness in talk,

Politics for indignancy,

Politics for pride,

Politics the dirty game.

 

Politics of distribution of resources,

Politics of love for human rights,

Politics which minds the poor,

Politics that drives the economy,

Politics for progress.

 

Politics of wealth,

Politics of tribalism,

Politics that divides,

Politics a dirty game,

 

Politics for prosperity,

Politics of change,

Politics of cohesion,

Politics of welfare,

Politics for progress.

 

You play them,

You speculate them,

You criticize them,

You love them,

You sing them,

Till when?

                                                                                                                    Musungupoetry2012