BUSHMAN

Posted on by Patrick Mutinda


The siesta rhythm is on again,
As a dancer I must participate,
Finally I’m seriously carried away,
The action is really saccharine,
Before realizing their motive,
They hold sophisticated syringe,
Almost pointing into my eyes,
I may not die but blindness will rule,
Yelling won’t help now,
They’ve joined their hands together,
No one to rescue me again,
They betrayed me once more,
I called them leaders when they were in the field
Now up they can urinate in my eyes,
What a fate! I agree with you,
I did the wrong choice No, wrong choices either
Lifting them, having the siesta!
If they won’t kill me,
I promise to fight for justice,
Freedom and truth,
But will I be heard since I’m a Bushman?
I must do something!

By patrick Mutinda,
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