That Morning Poem by Elias Ng'ang'a K.

That morning


On the wake
of that morning
He came down to me
I was asleep.

He opened my sheets
And beat me!
He beat me!
Blows after blows
I cried for mercy.


I begged him
Not to kill me!
But he beat me.
More and more
He dint have to.
He left me to die away.


He tossed me up
Spitting on my face
blood oozing all around
I will never forget
That he beat me!
all on the account
of a piece of a corn bread.