DIGNITY

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They got dignity stashed away in some cold room 

Their gloomy souls leave little room

For inclusion into the bizarre blurry

Awaiting the minced investiture.



They vest grudgingly;

On guessed premises and misinformed resolve

You’re good they say, your words are measured

You’re wise they say, your height reveals thus.

You’re quick-witted they say, your sight hints so.



So this noble investiture culminated

Vesting and judging the moon and the stars.

They wouldn’t the sun, or she’d burn back.

She’s too balmy, the cold room might go stale.



The angel of nature, a silent witness,

Bemused and amused decided 

to send a loud whisper to paradise,

There was a shuddering guffawing heard.



For who vests nature,

Save for nature itself?

These poor gloomy souls

Need their room stacked.



With warmth and joy and laughter

If they are keen enough

To hear a lover’s footsteps

Who conveys a fresh stack of dignity.




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Comments

  1. Unknown3 April 2022 at 18:37

    Good piece dear. Bravo!

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  2. Unknown3 April 2022 at 18:52

    Dear you are really doing a lot in this field of literature please plan to meet our young learners to emulate .May the lord bless you.

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  3. Nyabuti Peter Semba3 April 2022 at 19:39

    You know your way round your words.Love it,keep them flowing.

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  4. Unknown3 April 2022 at 20:19

    Bravozulu!!! Good work ... Margaret Ogola and the likes of Ngugi wa thiongo would be smiling reading this

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  5. Samoei4 April 2022 at 11:18

    Great use of words the poet.

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