THE DELEGATES

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  By Sr. Esther Jeruto Koros 


There was a feast of pearls, way across the palms;

We harvested the jewels, in huge incredible junks.

Our identity was nacre, the cradle of lustre

We sent our adept diver, who also was a driver

An errand with ore, for cash it bore

And our beloved Kimalany, is now held in felony

For he found them feasting, and who wouldn’t want to eat?

 

We learnt of a king, who to us would bring

And there was a list, of what the village missed;

A dark road, snaked water, night time sun,

These and many more, and a good school adjure

We sent our honed nimrod, for a visit to Herod.   

 Our beloved Kimalel, now held in felony

For he found them feasting, and who wouldn’t want to eat?

 

Acquainted with dejection, we bask in trepidation

For who sends a child, hoping for a heist?

Every betrayal hurts, but an heir’s deeply cuts.

How rapacity dissolves values, and favour spells gallows

We shall send again, for despairing has no gain.

Please son of Kimorop, when you meet them eating,

Say you will eat later, when your kindred is fed.


©September 2020        

0726179789 

Comments

  1. Unknown9 September 2020 at 14:18

    Nice one sister

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  2. Unknown9 September 2020 at 14:39

    Good message..."but who wouldn't want to eat" 🙄

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  3. Mashizzle9 September 2020 at 15:03

    Good piece

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  4. Unknown9 September 2020 at 15:04

    Good poem

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  5. Unknown9 September 2020 at 15:42

    Nice

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  6. Unknown9 September 2020 at 15:42

    Good work

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  7. Unknown9 September 2020 at 16:17

    Nice one sister

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  8. Unknown9 September 2020 at 16:52

    Good work

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  9. Sirmaken9 September 2020 at 19:34

    Great piece of work, keep it up.

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  10. Kosone9 September 2020 at 19:38

    Well crafted. Keep it up

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  11. Unknown9 September 2020 at 20:31

    That z nice piece

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  12. Joyzy P9 September 2020 at 21:18

    Powerful. Of course, who wouldn’t want to eat?

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  13. Peter K Rotich9 September 2020 at 21:44

    👍🏾 Good one, Pongezi

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  14. Bennittes Kipyegon9 September 2020 at 21:58

    A nice piece Sr Esther.

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  15. Unknown10 September 2020 at 08:13

    The wisdom of old has spoken.
    Keep the mighty inferno unbroken.
    Forever they will plot a blunder,
    But forever lay them asunder.

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  16. Unknown12 September 2020 at 10:47

    Rocking one my dear

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  17. Unknown13 September 2020 at 13:57

    Pongezi

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  18. JOSEPH NAKAMET19 September 2020 at 05:35

    Wow! A great one from our daughter from the hillside.

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