Cunningham Mbati


Peace - Poem by Cunningham Mbati

Its hot like soup
and bitter like pepper.
More of pain
than how it can gain.

It's separating me from you,
it's killing our love
and it's taking away our brotherhood.
This is a forced divorced.

I know u would want we remain tight
but this pressure is too high.
Look at what we have achieved
and let this political madness go.

I live in fear
but I want u to promise me some things.
You'll not burn my house
nor kill my brothers and sisters.
You'll not make me an orphan
and you'll not chase me from my land.

Assure me my business will be safe
and my movement will not be disrupted.
Call me a Kenyan
and let me be your tribe's man.

I feel the tense
so listen to my pleas
Let's build it together
and let's mentor it together
I mean let's make it better
than bring it to a taste that is bitter.

I call it peace
when others say it's a political piece.

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

I wrote this poem for my fellow country men Kenya during the general elections.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 12, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 31, 2013


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