The Denouement -For Kenya 2008 Poem by Wesongah David

(For a bleeding Kenya-2008)

The guns were laid, planes too were laid,
Leaves no longer rustled, grass no longer burned
People shook hands, armies used bands,
the army shook off explosives,
It was meretricious,
but a denouement in anyways,

expeditions were called back,
filibustering tactics were employed,
Did they succeed? it was time for change,
The grand finale was nearing,
light at the end of the tunnel,
flippancy wasn't needed,
Ends had been reached, odds brokered.
The thin smiles a barren womb,
And the stories- a novel idea never to be remembered
everyone was free, everyone was hurt,
If not infected then affected,
the onus was clearly felt, If not carried by everyone,
For they had caused a lot of gyp,
in the name of liberation, Otherwise a cleansing of sorts,
Toast to another version of democracy,
And the questions remained, were we ready anyway?
But this was a denouement alright