In Memory Of Baby Samantha Pendo Poem by alexander opicho

Hie you well, baby Samantha Pendo,
Where you are is where we come all,
Sadly ye were taken there by crudeness of power
But God in heaven is for us all,

The poor, the mighty and the royal,
Are but out of ethereal providence,
Those that kill for power harm the selves,
For like a dove is power's elusive nature,

Hands that killed you Pendo, were alreadydirty,
From smear of innocent blood of murderedones
Like a woman of Sega and Man of Siaya,
Children of the balcony and the murdered rest,

Or is it the culture of power
To nourish thedirty self foulish
on the blood of those that dissent;
Pendo, Ouko, Juma, Pinto and Kariuki?

No Pendo, it onlymade you a martyr of politics
In search for space of diverse opinion,
For the young states that breathe otherness
So, Killing and Killings eternalizes not
The power of the killer or his posterity,
It is fear and neurosis that makes power to kill
Or dreamUthamaki in the sleep of democracy
To wake up onaudacity of man's sovereignity,
Where the poorlast whatsoever the malice.

I mourn you pendo i mourn Msando and Stephanie,
Jacob Juma and Meshack Yebei, as i mourn John
Kitui and Father Awour, they all died in defiance
to the mad dreams for selfish power.


By, Lisalisabulukhwe Lie wa Khayongo (aka Alexander Opicho)
Mail; opichoalexander@gmail.com.