Kenya @50 Poem by Jacob macharia

Kenya @50

Rating: 4.5


A hero born, a hero dies.
Actions cherished, others practiced.
Way back in time, our forefathers fought,
Their relentless duties gave us freedom.
Today i boast of their achievements though,
I didn't smell the stench of their blood stains,
The stink of their sweat,
The toughness of their struggles,
Or else the ruthlessness that their souls faced.
Beneath my tender soul lies patriotism,
Humbled in their mention,
Saluting their endless and unleashed freedom,
And appreciating the trend they set.
A toast is healthy, a jig appropriate,
A smile worthwhile, and a shout of applause-
Every time a heroic memorable moment comes.
It is the less our effortless deeds can accord.
Let their memories bridge our gaps,
Their footsteps guide our ways,
The oversight of 'who' watched over them
Lead us through to keep their mission apt.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jacob Macharia 03 July 2015

Thanks phanice...They gave us this freedom

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Phanice Wamukota 20 June 2015

nice one. I wish everyone around embraced these words.

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