Blood For Breakfast
Blood For Breakfast
And when we creep down like soldiers,
We want to scream,
We want to run,
To run to a far away land and find solace.
We want to pour our hearts,
To someone that understands our plea,
Someone that understands the true meaning of blood shed,
The pain,
The loss.
Just the other day our lovers came by,
Unannounced as is their norm.
But who doesn't like visitors??
They come laden with gifts,
Gifts so rare to find in this part of the world.
Grenades, riffles, missiles,
Name them.
We dance the tune of their music,
Occasionally stopping to catch some breathe.
And after two hours,
we're left behind.
With bodies to bury,
Tears to dry,
Blood to wipe,
And news to withhold.
Our countrymen shouldn't know of our distress.
Their hearts will break,
They will cry for us,
They will urge us to go back home.
But isn't this what we were called for??
Blood for breakfast.
Yesterday the men of the match came by,
Dressed in well cut suits,
Necks wrapped in ties,
Foreheads dripped of elegant sweat,
Vanilla spiced perhaps.
Their mouths spoke of nothing but praises.
They called us the chosen ones,
Children of their motherland,
Heirs of that nation's glory.
They labelled us national heroes,
Celebrated our fallen ones,
With flags flying half mast.
And after two hours of full buy empty talk,
They raided the sky in their antique craft,
Subjecting us to a fresh battle with the cloud of dust that they left behind.
It has been six months now.
Crumpled up in my neighbour's couch.
It is national heroes day.
I wait for my name to be mentioned.
I wait for my struggles to be known to the whole world.
I wait for the crown of glory.
I have battle scars to prove I deserve this,
My aputated leg as a result of successive bullet wounds.
I wait, nothing.
All I see are posh cars in epic roads,
Men in suits,
Women in traditional regalia.
Elegance throughout.
Talks of corruption are swept below the carpet.
There are other heroes,
Maybe you, maybe them.
Not me. Not us.
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Stephen Otieno
Thats a very nice piece there... keep up the good work girl
376 wk ago
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Eunny
Thanks Steve.
376 wk ago
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Peter Omondi
A really touching poem with a solemn message of peace. Nice one Eunny
376 wk ago
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Eunny
Thanks Peter.
376 wk ago
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Lewis
'vanilla spice perhaps'.. I like the irony it brings.. Masterpiece
376 wk ago
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Kechi
This is deep.thanks Eunny for sharing
376 wk ago
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Kosgey
Great work...the sky is our point of view, you know
376 wk ago
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Shikoh
Awesome piece with deep message. Thanks girl.
376 wk ago
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Eunny
Thanks Kechi. Thanks Kosgey. Thanks Shiko.
376 wk ago
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Mwandah
Wow....I feel it...so real..nice work
376 wk ago
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Charl
Good diction of words!!! very touching..the true definition of masterpiece... it should be on the front page of Daily nation
376 wk ago
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Irene
Soldiers cry... Humbling piece gal
376 wk ago
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Bira
What a nice piece!
376 wk ago
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Eunny
Thanks good people. Am humbled.
376 wk ago
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Nel
Poor soldiers, Nice piece Eunniah
376 wk ago
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Eunny
Thank you Nel.
376 wk ago
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Selina
Great piece gal
376 wk ago
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Eunny
Thanks Selina.
376 wk ago
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Phoebe
Nice piece sister
376 wk ago
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Eunny
Thanks Phoebe.
376 wk ago
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Emmanuel
Keep it up...good work
376 wk ago
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Boaz Otieno Mboya
Wooow...I wait for the crown of glory nyc piece Eunniah
376 wk ago
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Wilson
Grear piece Eunniah, elegant vanilla spiced sweat though. Killed it. Great work. That's the world we live in apparently. So sad.
376 wk ago
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Eunny
Thanks good people.
376 wk ago
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Gayle
Awesome
376 wk ago
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Rapando Jnr
Splendid work Eunniah. I always like your pieces because of two things : the clever presentation of the plot and the command of Language. I always liken you to another poet called Diana Ogutu. I like the imagery and sarcasm here.
376 wk ago
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Eric Maneshen
Amazing... good piece Eunny
376 wk ago
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Nkoy
I feel the piece
376 wk ago
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Eunny
Thank you Sam. Am humbled. Thanks Eric and Nkoy.
376 wk ago
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Karl
this is deep
374 wk ago
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Soo
I adore this gal.
369 wk ago
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Kimnyei
Keep our minds busy.. I like this
361 wk ago
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Holy Boy
Kudos...I like the sarcasm in it more so stanza two. Keep up Eunny.
347 wk ago