My hope is failing.
Put a scar on me.
Compose a song for me.
Give me a reason to remember and forget you.
Kill me hard not.
Kill me softly, so I don’t realize am dying.
Let me be alive with the living.
Keep the living dead off my poor compound.
Shorten my dark night.
Bless me with a dawn.
Give me a hope robe.
Give me a season less reason to dream.
Encourage me, my friend my enemy.
Bring back the tickling sensation of living, so I don’t leave my life house.
Don’t discourage me, don’t kill me hard.
Kill me softly.
I might forget am dying.
I might live again.
Give me a season less reason to love you and have you.
My dear politician.
Clear my doubts.
©Julius Muriungi Rutere 2010
I love this. these people have a lot to be told for they have become so narrow that the only thing they see is: Money. Money. Money.
Not for everybody but for themselves alone.
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