AN EYE FOR AN EYE

An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
They say
And so shall be
World without end
Never shall we sit back and watch
What happened continue to happen
No No No
It is an new era

I think an eye for an eye
Will serve them better
They the dictators
Of the olden days
So that they also pay
For the pain we faced
When they were in capacity

I think it is the right time
We extend a hand
To the cruel old generation
Tighten our nails tight on them
Tie a chain in their neck
And tie the other end on a heavy load
And make them pull it
Just to feel the same way we felt
It will be fair
An eye for an eye

But that is not enough yet
We must induce them
To serious sophisticated suffering
Maybe remove all their nails on the hands
And keep them in a dark forest
Separate them from the sunlight of course
They thought it was sweet to us
Let them feel the sweetness too
By being subjected to the torture
That we experienced under ‘ them’
It will be fair i think
And ww shall feel great
An eye for an eye

21st century poetry

HOLY BE THEE

Holy Holy Holy be thee
He who is real
By whome we all live
Get our needs and satisfaction
Though nothing we pay
In return for the favour
That is beyond limit
And above depletion
He is Holy
And Holy be thee always

He who shines the sun to all
And give rain to everyone
Irrespective of the social status
Or the financial background
Look now
He has brought rain
To the entire region of Rapogi
The green grass has again rejuvinated
And river Agulu is full to its bream
Aluoch will now plant casava
By the roadside near Kajulu school
And sorghum at Rakite
All in the attempt to fight the cruel famine
He is Holy.
And Holy be thee always

He who breathes out
Drums of oxygen everyday
That we at his lower ends
May breath it to survive
And live to see our nyikwayo
Forever shall be Holly
For no son of man
Under the bright sun
Can be generous to that extent
He may do for a day or maybe two
Then ofcourse he will need a pay

He who is holy
May thy name be praised
Look oh you with eyes
He has healed Nyaimbo
Of leprosy
Now her skin is so tender
That other jodongo are eying her
For a second wife
Yet they are the same people
Who had secluded her
And denied her ” Chiemo”
He who lives above
You are indeed holy

21st century poetry

SUMMER LOVE

It is now a year
After she decided to make it clear
And left me claiming that iit was unfair
For it was unexpected to b done by a dear
But all i had to bear
And move on though in fear
Why could she do it to me

Nine months now
After the last summer that was wow
That left me feeling loved
And gave me feel
A long forgoten feeling
That cought me tight and tighter

But that was during summer
I remember how she came
Calling me honey and to me came fame
That would really drive away shame
For the best feeling of love
So i bought her a dinner dress
And booked her air ticket
To take her to mumbai
And celebrate summer holidays together
To show each other the perfect love
Glued and weaved by magics that came along with summer
For real
It was summer love

How would I know
It was even an offend to myself
To think of such a nasty thing
But it is what really happened
She made it clear
And left without a reason
Now that the summer was over
“Mission achieved”

Here i sit alone
In this lone of loneliness
Counting how much loan i borrowed
To take care of her summer holiday
The slowly as if i am dreaming
I see her come again
With hands wide open for a hug
And lips full of apology lies
She wants us to fall in love a second time
She says she missed me while she was away
But i have already known
She has done some arithmatics
It is one month to summer again
So she wans to initiate summer love again……….!!!!!!!

#21st century poetry

It is now a year
After she decided to make it clear
And left me claiming that iit was unfair
For it was unexpected to b done by a dear
But all i had to bear
And move on though in fear
Why could she do it to me

Nine months now
After the last summer that was wow
That left me feeling loved
And gave me feel
A long forgoten feeling
That cought me tight and tighter

But that was during summer
I remember how she came
Calling me honey and to me came fame
That would really drive away shame
For the best feeling of love
So i bought her a dinner dress
And booked her air ticket
To take her to mumbai
And celebrate summer holidays together
To show each other the perfect love
Glued and weaved by magics that came along with summer
For real
It was summer love

How would I know
It was even an offend to myself
To think of such a nasty thing
But it is what really happened
She made it clear
And left without a reason
Now that the summer was over
“Mission achieved”

Here i sit alone
In this lone of loneliness
Counting how much loan i borrowed
To take care of her summer holiday
The slowly as if i am dreaming
I see her come again
With hands wide open for a hug
And lips full of apology lies
She wants us to fall in love a second time
She says she missed me while she was away
But i have already known
She has done some arithmatics
It is one month to summer again
So she wans to initiate summer love again……….!!!!!!!

#21st century poetry

IF LOVE WOULD SMELL

If love would smell
How would the smell be
Would it be as sweet as that of ripe banana
Or as scaring as the smell of a dead frog
Of course the smell would be so strong
To surprise whoever would come along
I guess it would not be just ordinary
It would be difficulty to put in a category
Actually if love would smell
How would it smell??

If love would smell
It would smell like a rose i guess
Because it is a sweet thing
And so its smell would also be
Maybe like a strong colon
That would pull everyone towards it
Especially those who call themselves single
I am sure they would get attracted to the smell

But I will still ask
Once and again
That truly if love would smell
Would the smell be good or nasty
Maybe it would be a strong odour
That would make people spit
And leave with their noses closed
Making them to change the direction
To evade the bed smell and stay in odour free zone

This question has two edges
Just like a deadly sward
Because people perceive smells differently
What one finds sweet
Would be the worst to another person
And so would love be if it would smell
It would be sweet to those who believe it
And would be the worst to those who dont believe in it
If love would smell
How would it smell…..???

21st century poetry

SWEET TOXIN

So swet in deed
You miss it is like you are dead
You test it you feel well fed
But despite the sweetness
It is a venon
A strong toxin
A dangerous poison indeed

Everyone knows
How dangerous toxins are
Of course we no
That a toxin is just toxin
No matter the quantity

This is likewise a toxin
That can kill with immediate effect
You dont need to go to the shop
Explain why you want the toxin
And give reasons for buying the venon
Because this is a sweet one

The two words my contradict
Infact they are juxtaposing
A venon that is sweet
Of course it is contradicting
But worry not
You will unravel the whole mystery

Love is something sweet
Sweeter than sugar itself
But at times it is a strong venon
Strong enough to kill the whole world wen fed on
At its begining it is sugary
Its toxic part comes in wen it ends indefinately….

#21st century poetru

RUDE BUT REAL TRUTH

Dear satan
Why cant you just swallow the shame
And apologise to God
So that we all live a happy life
In the garden of Eden
When our hearts stop beating
And our nostrils lose the sense of livelihood

Dear God
Stop these people called stupid from reproducing
Because what is happening nowadays
Is totally contrary from the law of Moses
All because of the overwhelming rate
At whi the people called”stupid are reproducing
To my surprise
We the few interlects are getting outnumbered

Dear “prostitutes”
Head to my precious plea
That you stop what you call “commercial sex work
For those people you have served
Since you joined the network
Are now grateful and thankful
For your generosity
And they nolonger need the services anymore
Because they have already derived satisfaction from you…!!!

Dear youths
I appreciate the fact that
Civilisation is taking its tol
But why cant you for once see the sense
And stop wearing dark glasses while in church
And if you ignore
Then you should not blame God
When you end up being welders

#21st century poems