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Have you ever been to Nairobi?
What did you see there?
Buildings, people and vehicles?
Uhmmm! Let me share with you my case
Hence I was there yesterday,
And I saw wonders of life;
Jubilant politicians clashing for tyranny,
At the Nairobi parliament,
Making anti-human laws,
Under faked canopy of de-terrorization,
With no tincture of surrender to open truth,
That; in juvenile states like Kenya,
Corruption is a minefield of terrorism,
Corrupt management of state organs;
The policemen and state spies,
Hired on full back-up of corruption,
Gives leeway to thriving of terrorism,
As a security agent hired nepotistic-ally,
Will never fight terrorism with a knack,
Leave police work to policemen with passion,
Not to your kinsmen and loyalists in politics,


I saw jubilant politicians high on nerves,
Excited like a swine on ****** heat,
Or they were possessed by the evil spirit,
Or crushed by the African cult of dictatorship,
Where humanity derives pleasure from political pains,
Scornfully viewing humane governance,
As dictatorship will fortunately give a bloom,
Of swift doors and windows of corruption,
Primitive accumulation of filthy wealth,
And apotheosification of the worthless self,
Into a lull of blind self-made god-ship

I saw a jubilant politician going pugnacious,
Forcefully restoring dark days of Toroitich arap Moi,
Making a law which a monkey cannot make,
Hitting a fellow politicians,
With all might and knack of a devil,
Shredding into laces the trouser of a colleague,
Exposing red lingerie of the fellow colleague,
Partially exposing the tools of child making,
Only to the positive chagrin of us all,
On discovery of the circumcised *****,

I saw jubilant dictator-maniac politicians,
Passing a law of shooting to death,
Him the police feels may be a terrorist,
Or detain at pleasure, without trial
Him that looks ugly like a terrorist,
A suspect is a snake to be crushed the head on sight,
But not all snakes are poisonous Mr. Politico-Jubilant,
Some are ornamental and others poisonously harmless,
Even snakes need fair trial,
Just like suspect of genocide,
Before the international criminal court,
Before a blow of hammer crushes their heads,
Let me ask you my dear reader,
A foolish question as usual;
What are snakes to the jubilant politics of Nairobi?
A political non loyalist who perhaps can chide,
The powers that be from their gusto of power,

I saw jubilant politicians in full gear of idiosyncrancies,
Passing the law to gag friends of the poor,
The NGO’s; the poor man’s uni-source of hope,
They have been relieving the poor man of Kenya,
From horrendous traditions of   epidemics,
In Turkana, Budalangi and marginalized Mandera,
Helping men and women of these areas to be free,
From tyranny of perennially missing basic needs,
This freedom is now thwarted,
Lest it gives these poor men right of speech,
Thwarted artfully in the **** of NGO’S,
Through false label of the time,
That they play *** with terrorist groups,
What a big a lie?

By
Alexander Khamala  Opicho,
Eldoret,Kenya
Sa Sa Ra Nov 2012
Then I'll be straight
Saying it is an illusion
or you are deluded
Not what I see
I know it seems hard to remember
all the agreed to agree things before
we were you's and I's there once only was
what there was...so we forget to remember the
fundamental of fundamentals but it's all in there somewhere
beyond consciousness our busy brains one day by and by we go on
anyway motion in motion still in motion with attachments and all those strings
inter-dependency things should ring a few and many more bells by more here as well
I just I just I know I know tossed upon such trips guided spells and I know I know its just
as easy to say ya know ya know hahaha I know ya know but ya want me to spell it out like it were abc and 123 but see and be they are not required here there or anywhere I care to be I know I know and have I fear fear I fear like have we been here before have we not tried that **** and it aint so pretty and i'm not getting the point.. the point the point not pointedly but blunty it scared one brave crazy super sweet 'n tough brotha to one long road on the dark dark night of not a lost soul but of a soul just I don't know more like a zombie no heart could not feel a thing abject terrorization upon the torture dejours in some kind of darkness a little glimmer in the nightmare long tunnel of despair but too good taboo for this you...my own kids did i see angels three suffered every slight from heaven to be here on what they call some other earth but still i know here is the better place for heaven...they too are partners all and ya it's been a long road but hahaha I'm a trillion type light years time distance dollars one of beings matters not I am I am and am way down this page and few have dared like me I just keep on daring and daring beyond it, they all for they, it what did I say ha forgive me this way...take a quick back to the top what I know and what did I say; well and the filters having to with Shaman Master J; He worked with special permissions and that is another day for much is such about this and there were times where wounds and illness were for reasons not brought upon by one self alone in the local life as it were; but then there were the many times where the healing was granted and the words of the Shaman Master 'your sins are forgiven'; so then this was noted and it was asked why is it not simpler to say you are healed and the Master replied 'it is simpler to show the cause and effect and your own power'; yes here now very loose semi quotations but what I know is you know by night and by day, in darkness and light; what is love and hate; you have perfect judgement; you know what is judgmentalness; consciousness is your smaller reality as is what we see by light what we see by heart; know by heart and mind is servant on and on; we have agreed to agree on in my seeing and feel oh way to much for we suffer all unnecessarily;
the holy grail is within each we are what
some would say would be that cup;
blessed be;
WAKE WAKE SHAKE IT UP!!!!
My intention is to tell of bodies vanished
Or mutated; the "others" who made the mutations,
Will help me-or so I hope so-with a poem
That ceases with the world's ending,
Back to civilized days.

The Destruction

Before the deaths occurred, or vanishings, or mutations,
Civilization was, different, a diverse, organized, so called,
All intelligent and of moderate matter. Everything had its
Place, no creature nor object lay in contradictory conflict.
There was electricity to light dark rooms; clocks to keep
Track of time. The universe, worked well in harmony.
There was land and air and ocean.
Land for every creature to live on, and water
For fish to swim in, air for all the living to breathe,
Societies didn’t fight, a world finally repaired.
Forever at peace: within this utopia.
The gazelle lay beside the lion; the youth respected the elderly,
The strong and rich provided for the weak and poor.
A beings' lowest emotion was simple satisfaction.
Till "The Others" or alien nature,
Settled on earth and spread out.
They took children from their mothers, warriors from their
Towns, and eyeballs from their sockets.
From another planet they brought terrorization.
Beings so evolved, and out of the blatant blue,
Found humans and bound them to trees and poles.
Some forced fire down mortals' throats, and flesh,
Some leaped in air, claiming their human slaves in the
Highest planet.
Some hid their humans below the earth, their last wish
Ungranted, grasping for life, gasping for air.
Some did indescribable, grosser torments, with water as a weapon,
Lowest of all, some mutilated babies, tormented women, and
Ate their limbs for breakfast.

Whoever their god was, he demanded chaos,
First there was disorder on this earth, and then came
Their divisions, laws and uniformities.
In the end, there was no hope.
On every riverside blood discolored the waters,
Alien vegetation spread and rose under their new sun,
Surrounding our homes; alien pawns and their diseases.
Banks and stores where rummaged through and destroyed,
Sea monsters were fed fresh earthlings,
Women were made their ****** and experienced excruciating pains,
Spread apart from their families and friends.
We assembled prisons and torture chambers for our kind,
We were their precious jewels, and earth was their vault.
Our world was divided into three zones,
The north and held prisons and torture chambers,
The south now a feed ground of the growing aliens population
And in the center, a paradise with perfect seasons and organization.
The other zones held contaminated air that darkened
The earth, grease floating atop of waters,
And chemicals that instigated fires and explosions.
Towers and buildings were torn and disassembled,
And fear struck each soul every time
The Destructor called orders of
General *******.
We fought and argued with them but nothing good
Came of it for us, the aliens continued
To tear our universe apart.
     These boundaries taken away,
The stars went dim,
The hazardous mist covered their sparkle,
Fish were depressed of their water,
Beasts from their land, birds from the air.

But something else was decided,
By a man capable of thinking logically,
A man born to a civilized earth and to the middle class,
And now, recently and forever separated
From security, love and even his God-
Such destruction made with unknown forces,
Turned humans back to clay and running water.
All animals slowly expired; one man,
Alone and crazy, rose his face to his lost heaven.
"This is the end", he knew.
A parody of Ovid's Metamorphoses
Alex Sep 2019
First things first,
When problems can't seem to get worse,,
An unmistakable feeling of despair & lack of courage,
Comes forth,
Before unbearable growing thoughts burst,

Here is a bit of friendly advice,
I know a marvelous church,
Where they praise and rejoice,
With the utmost love,
All in the name of Christ,

Let me tell you about their devout leadership
What could it hurt?
Pastors preach with guidance of the Holy Spirit,
Along with practicing,
Each and every aspect of the word,

You couldn't begin to fathom or explain,
How they constantly remain selfless,
Willing to help no matter day, night, sun or rain,
Without the slightest pinch of selfishness,

Don't think for a minute,
That they could ever be replaced,
It would be the same as a car without an engine,
What good is the body, if it has no face,

Hope this brings some people to a realization,
About the things I'm hesitant to mention,
Such as my life being plauged by the devil's terrorization,
Until they helped save my soul with nothing but Devine Intervention,

To all facing complication and tribulations
Be it from fear of revelation,
Maybe a wealth situation,
Something as serious as health degeneration,
Students struggling with education frustration,
Feelings of isolation due to lack of affirmation,
Or difficulty coping a separation of relation,

Seek solace and consolation,
Because the truth is that it's all God's intention,
Including our pastors helping guide us to our final destination,
Finally bringing unification,

Let us show our appreciation,
By displaying gratification for those who lead our congregation,
For unimaginable amounts of their dedication
Best of all is their aspiriation,
To do all they can to help us find peace in salvation,

With that being said I want to thank them,
They are loved in the fullest,
They deserve nothing less,
Than a standing ovation,

-Ajm
Quite longer than my other works. Wrote in thought of two family pastors. I wrote it for my grandmother so she would have something to present to them on pastor appreciation.
Peter Kiggin Aug 2017
Many ways of Starvation.


The dust left us homeless from which we came from;

the truth less important than starvation.

A place blessed with food for everyone;

the food we eat while they die in the sun.

The people we trusted promised salvation;

now they tell us there's no more money to come.

The dust left us homeless from which we came from;

the truth less important than starvation.

A war built on unholy terrorization;

the gas and electricity are keeping us warm.

The world economy based on capitalism;

the years have always told us that less and fewer people are to have than those who have none.

The dust left us homeless from which we came from;

now isn't it time for the world to be as one.
Hyperbole escorted ushered down aisle,
no critic within google x bajillion mile
(give or take a million) approximates
limitless potential regarding self said
epithet vile expletive spewing wicked

vituperation, vilification, vexation,
vandalization, undervaluation, uglification,
transmogrification, terrorization, suffocation,
stultification, strangulation, recrimination...
custom made swiftly tailored harried style

unbounded poetic license curtly vile
distilling, kickstarting, whipping...
hewed, patented, trademarked... versatile
methodologies, modalities to compile
masochistic punishment exhibiting agile

proactive innovations linkedin to avast
amalgamation, where synonyms connote
inflicting physical/ verbal self harm while
alone within emotional wilderness I'll
venture to add non active means to torture

including versus being passively servile,
and case in point with yours truly exile
isolate, entombed, locked, sequestered...
in bedroom of boyhood cherished domicile,
no matter whether violent or tame recourse

good n plenti abominations populate fertile
two clenched fist sized gray matter awash
where rage against our thwarted ambitions
dreams, goals, joys, motives, most pregnant trial
birthing most brutish, horrific, nasty... nemesis.

Please excuse this wurst wordy wayward bard
cuz here cometh the tricked out guard
(oh my...dog he attired just like me)
as everyone else within this isolationist ward.

— The End —