FORMIDABLE DARKNESS

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By Esther Jeruto Koros 

There is a dark village, way beyond the mirage 

Wallowing in deficiency, merchants of antiquity  

Blaming the sorcerer

If only for a harvest of millet, daring the fiery bullet

One ought to candle light, and dispel the dark night

 

The chief ill-schooled, gets to be fooled

In disconsolate huts, whispers that hurt

They tell him,

 The village yonder, doesn’t he wonder

Won’t lift their rocks, to allow the road?

 

The ill-schooled parson, doomed for the arson  

Presiding the church, under the tree of birch

Commands the catch

The church herein, in good terrain

Power poles are gross, and taller than the cross

 

Adoring sizzling embers, guarding a circumcision hamper

The elderly and miserly, so clings meagerly

To a past so uncharitable

The water pipes shouldn’t pass, the ancestors might curse

If old shrines desecrated, by those deemed educated

 

So the old village abides, from the world it hides

In the formidable darkness, they continually harness 

the distant village suffers

Not from the darkness yonder, but from the darkness within 

And what mighty darkness, to the upshot of barrenness   


essyjeru@gmail.com 

0726179789 


Comments

  1. Unknown23 June 2020 at 11:16

    Wow!wow you never dissapoint. In deed the piece is poetic enough

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  2. Charles masea oyagi23 June 2020 at 12:02

    Wonderful message

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  3. Unknown23 June 2020 at 12:02

    Good one.
    Even the chief who should enlighten the village is ill-schooled.

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  4. Unknown23 June 2020 at 12:13

    Just like the other one.. I love it.

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  5. Unknown23 June 2020 at 12:25

    I like what iam reading

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  6. Nyabuti Peter Semba23 June 2020 at 12:57

    Awesome, keep them coming

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  7. Bolabridget23 June 2020 at 13:18

    Another Meaningful and thought provoking message . Thanks for this.

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  8. Unknown23 June 2020 at 13:37

    Thanks Sr. Koros for the sharing. Very good information.

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  9. Unknown23 June 2020 at 13:51

    Congratulations for the wonderful poem,you are a real poet

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  10. Unknown23 June 2020 at 15:28

    There you go again! Bravo my daughter.

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  11. Unknown23 June 2020 at 17:01

    The message is vividly home, I love what I'm reading.

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  12. Peter K Rotich23 June 2020 at 19:50

    👍🏾 Good one. Pongezi sana

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  13. Unknown24 June 2020 at 18:06

    Good work Esther

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  14. Unknown24 June 2020 at 20:58

    Nice message sr essy. Thank you

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  15. Bennittes Kipyegon6 July 2020 at 17:19

    Beautiful

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  16. Unknown9 September 2020 at 17:46

    Sr, congrats. Good work.

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  17. JOSEPH NAKAMET19 September 2020 at 05:03

    Congrats. This is a perfect poem.

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