Yesterday I was at a poetry class, and just for a change, I wrote these two pieces which were inspired by Kenyan Poet, Jared Angira, from two of his poems.

The second coming
or the words of a madman or a Shaman,
but he says,
Poetry does not move me
for mine are the walls of Jericho
and yet
as the dreams expand
both empires and walls will fall.
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Why the clouds
why a monitor lizard
why not a butterfly
forgive me for asking,
but why?
I can understand the eagle
but why the roots of a fig tree?

Am I this innocent of life and death
that the breath of nature
still excites me?