You told me that sometimes, in the dark of the night
You pray
When reminded that we are just but mere mortals,
Helpless
You pray
Even if it has got to be to a god that you do not believe in
You pray.
Now, in my own turn, I am helpless
So, I pray.
I’m told that the fascists are at your door
That they have taken away your freedom
With their guns and with their batons
With their boots they crush your body.
See, even though I know that your spirit
And the glory of its revolutionary valour
Will never, ever be theirs to break
I pray, anyway.
I can’t see you now, I can’t hear your voice
Only memories of our laughter
Warm the cold of this dark night
As I pray.
That you come back to us
Safe, sound and strong
To finish this fight
I can only pray.
- August, 2024. Nairobi, Kenya
