Thursday, June 28, 2012

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. 

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