ITS NOT OKAY! You will hate this poem Because it speaks of that which you fear You will hate this poem Because it says that which you don’t want to hear This poem is in tears Wetting your mind with questions about life Yourself It cries for the dead Those who do not feel what it means to be alive To all the corners of this round world It sobers unconscious spirits Poking their conscience with unforgiving words This poem is not okay Because it knows it’s not fine To die of silence with a heart full of ink, Loud pain compressed in jail buds This poem is on its way to freedom How so men are afraid to think Or maybe they do but only for themselves I am yet to understand How an upright mind would recite a lost poem If a poem be life Seldom, I admit, do I meet courageous souls in these streets But from a glance you will see Smart egoistic cowards who yearn for peace and respect They lust for lost causes They, we Sitting idle waiting for change to happen like magic If money was all we ever wanted Why do we never seem to get it? And if we did Would we leave each other alone? It’s not logic It’s not okay to have our neighbours kill each other While we sit pretty in our homes thinking we are fine Because tomorrow it could be us But nobody will come for help It’s not okay to have children raped And the police did nothing about it And we just let it pass Like children don’t mean anything to us Oh it’s not okay To let our fathers go with their sins While they messed up our families with their egos Causing havoc to our already wretched lives And we’re supposed to keep silent Because of culture? It’s not okay Is it fun to watch other people die As long as we are not the ones And we will run to save our lives Till all the danger’s done But I will take you back to this poem! How many people does it take To stand for the voiceless If Fatuma dies today I don’t know if Wanjiku will stand in her place Or will she ignore it and pretend to be okay Who will make the difference if everybody fears to do the right thing? This poem is not enough All the music in the world Graffiti artists that paint for the dumb All the soldiers in our armies The teachers who teach with all heart All the freedom fighters who died soaked in their blood The lovers who lust for each other in honesty The truth seekers Are not enough! If our actions remain numb I will take you back to this poem And remind you That its not okay!
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 13:49:39 +0000
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