They have been mapping
your body, my love
Seeking to poison your blood
or clotten it, or blacken it
Now you have been raped,
your breasts pinched
Your blood spilled at
the West
Flowing across
Kimathi’s feet, we are one
I have spilled mine,
too
Uhuru Park shall
guarantee your freedom
Relax at the bed my
sweet red tomato
Let my words caress
your ears, your lips kiss me back
Let me refill your
veins, blood return to its source
You will never leave
me, neither me I swear
Miracles your blood has
worked
No more bloodshed, the
evil hoods shall remain defeated
No longer can they hold
their guns
Or detonate their
explosives
For they cannot stop
your blood’s flow
Your vessels shall
remain intact
Forever and ever
Time no man knows,
can’t live to see
Created
and given the breath of life by Peter Ngila, 2013
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