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.