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Change? Show Me

I want to believe

 

again.

 *

We thought it wise to choose among us

an intellectual

to keep guard over our interests.

 

But we, humans, are complexities!

it became clear when our choices

robbed us our voices.

 

See, we called, and our chief guard ignored.

We cried, and our chosen one only listened,

only stood, watching.

We yelled, and our sunshine grew dark.

 

In the light of day, we lost possessions, property,

of old and the new (but oh, the old!)

We thought the darkness had something

to do with it.

 

And our interests?

The darkness would never grab those!

Yet, by daylight,

they lived only in memory.

 

We lost lives, we lost families, and relatives,

communities, we lost society

when our intellectual, our chosen one

became the corruption.

 

We lost the sense of justice,

we lost the pride of belonging,

we lost the hope for change,

for change had shown us things.


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Benie Langat

Benie is a poet and fiction writer, living in Nairobi, Kenya. He shares thought-provoking discussions, and occasionally does spoken word poetry and plays. Benie is also a freelance content and article writer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry.

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