Celebrating East African Writing!
How can it be it fraud it is a hoax
How come the agreement fit in a box?
How come iron is seen as silver?
And eloquence has been accepted as a quaver
As much as this is what I did want
As much as I would support it with a rant
This occurrence, this thing has gone too far
This thing is much more of a star
It is very true I did wish for these things
To have myself amongst these powerful kings
This place is not for such a guest
True for me I feel half at ease half at rest
And so I get a feel of each of these great minds
And critically for once I want to find
Where do they get this magic?
For most if not all my ventures turn tragic
But sitting amongst kings does not fully impress
Their every turn every twist fills me with a guess
How’s it feel to become and be a boss?
How do they react how do they handle a loss?
But this opportunity did not fill me with grace
For I have received some sidelined embrace
And some prying eyes; who is that fool?
Is he looking for status; is he able to rule?
Please read my thoughts it was all a fake
Maybe my regalia looks similar that is why I got the cake
Hey! It just came and I could not push it aside
It was so binding and inviting so I had to abide
I am a warrior looking for a domain
I too like you I would like to order and also contain
I was sneaked in to dine with you maybe shine
This gala is worth more, I pray its purpose is divine
© Kiongo wa Karanja
This poem is part of the January 31st 2011 Free Theme & Style Poetry Competition. You have until February 26th 2011 to read and vote for it. Please comment and indicate your opinion of the poem on a scale of 1 to 5.