Ethnic Hatred; The Slow Poison

By: Our Daily Poetry Family

#ODP_Voices – Week 33

ODPoet: Paul Mes, Kenya.

My children gave me fine wine
Trying to impress me
Each with different taste
Claiming theirs was the best
Fighting to be supreme
Who will wear the crown
Who will have the pride on their chest
Oh how I wish they couldn’t insist
For me to pick a favorite
For now I see the chaos in their eyes
The blood lust,  survival for the fittest
All they want to see is death.

ODPoet: Gonzaga, Kenya.

So, here is a story about children. They all grew up wild and free like the daisies up the hills. They talked about cars and dreamt about houses together. They painted a picture of life without paying too much attention to detail. It was abstract. At the time if they stopped, they would sell the painting for thousands or even millions. They begun lessons from daddy and mommy. That life is not a vague image. That they had to start looking at what was close to them. The eyes of each other.

ODPoet: ☆Gael-Reggie, Kenya.

A greed and power driven people
Where did our love and ambition for a greater country go?
To better our land now a forgotten goal
A goal that had been greater than all of us
For all of us
Now we’re focused on ourselves only focused on getting ahead

The perspective of Me and Mine
Thinking only of
‘What’s in it for me
And a people mine?’
We’re focused on what to us is good
Focused not on the greater good
A depth of selfish need
Consumed deeply by greed
A lust greater than wanton pleasure
A power lust, innocent blood spilt for leisure.