Each generation must, out of relative obscurity, discover…
You thought we would cower. bow and break.…
for the fallen. for the living. for what…
Dear comrade Kinuthia, I read your painful piece…
I hear they were out protesting again These…
The unloved hospital benches are full Scores of…
If Mary were to give birth in Kenya…
When they met to dance their pain away…
Wrist shackled in pairs, they sat shoulder to…
Under the Jacaranda tree my unruly hair is…
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