I was not there

(for Louis Rivera)

I was not there

When my hero

Feet and hands bound

Landed heavily on a Black Maria

Tired, beaten but determined

 I was not there

At the ridiculous trial

Where cold justice

Was pumped through his warm soul

I was not there

When he was thrown

Like a dead dog

Into a lonely unmarked grave

But I still shiver

From the cold cuffs

Cold as the soul of those who condemned him

That bound him

As he lay bare-chested

With dreadlocks telling it all

Karani Kelvin (Facebook or Twitter). - sirkarani@gmail.com. I also blog at Business Tips Kenya. Share your thoughts, comments, compliments and criticisms below.