A Rebel Hostage Poem by Gedion Onyango

When the last circumcision fest
got interrupted by rude
Shouts of guns
The dust rose
The knife fell from old man’s hands
With a sprout of my blood
Blinded by the big dark cloud and screams in the wind
The air smell rotten of fresh blood
Of both human and animals
Dogs and cats went under the earth
Insects burnt in the flames
as the wind swayed by body to the south

In a ghostly attire
The rebels had welcomed themselves to our village
And just in time to re-circumcise our beliefs and actions
With their buttering guns screaming for absolute loyalty
In their call to propagate law and order

Everything in ashes, we matched in a stampede.
With lies-folded eyes
to patriotically revolutionize the country