HOW IRONIC

How ironic, uhuru park now lies on prison’s edge
Holding hostage the beauty of a national heritage
Like a vagabond with no beautiful songs or dances
What a virus! Insipid yet vengeful and venomous.

The symbols of the greens are blown and battled
Out of the oblivion of the unknowing tender minds
And oh! how the eminent drop like ashes
Into graves and gravy fuelled peace talks

I was caught up in the powerful’s baffling and canning
he was my friend, my legs for running
but I have no more yard to go to, my home I must defend
the bubble around my heart I must suspend

I hear them condemning violence, shaking hands at tea
Yet their faces fill the screens in word exchange
Plunging our emotions into heated debate
Our friends now foe, our husbands now hidden

There are widows singing late into the blackened night
There are those nursing more darkened wounds
Humming a charred tune to her dying baby
Praying for Samaritans to bury her children’s bones

What a laugh! News articles on cravings of the affluent
Of food addictions and endless rear
Yet at the door of our mansions, they’re empty and spent
More lives are tossed unmarked, while we enjoy a castle beer

But don’t worry about the starving homeless
You’ve given him face and fame in death and doom
He shines at the strike of the dazzling flash
Aphrodisiaced by the trail of press and words so harsh

2. feb.2008