The Ghosts

They died of poverty fighting for liberty,

Victims of a white wild malady,

Ever seeking for remedy,

Now they are back causing others to hack,

Pangas rise in the dark

Screams then a sudden smack!

Silence.

Behold, the hosts!

Behold the ghosts!

Anger and hatred knows no comrades,

Soldiers parade,

Crush and invade,

The land turned red many fallen dead,

For the hosts were here,

Within us or near,

Everywhere, fear,

But we will shed no tear, because

All this crime visits us penta-time.

Langat Japheth, Senior Editor, Utafiti Foundation. Find him on Facebook!