When the last drop of blood
is spilt on the floor
and the last tear shed
by the bitter widow
is spilt on the floor
and the last tear shed
by the bitter widow
When the last innocent child
picks up a machete
It will be too late
to call Kenya our country
© Bonyo Buogha 2012
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September 18, 2013 — 5:22 am
Great poem…
Buogha
April 15, 2014 — 7:24 am
Thank you.