CITY WALK

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                                                 Picture taken from Arab News 

The city walk walked into us

At the peripheral windows of our pandora

The bush is pushed beyond the lush

We push the periphery a little more  

It is a new dawn, beckoning us, and do we resist? No…

 

The city walk walks into us

To meetings, we converge but we don’t go,

We cover our beautiful faces, and sit behind the desks

Changing the world from here

It is a new dawn, beckoning us, and do we resist? No…

 

The city walk walks into us

So, we are not naïve, or dare not enthuse

The peripheries are lately planetary, albeit the bounce rate.

We get to make rounds in the cyber space

It is a new dawn, beckoning us, and do we resist? No…

 

The city walk walks into us

A click away, you have a humanoid for a lover

A click away, you have your grocery at the door

A click away, you have dollars aller

It is a new dawn, beckoning us, and do we resist? No…

 

The city walk walks into us

The traffic overwhelms, our generation is busy

Clicking this, clicking that, click..click…

It is a new dawn, beckoning us, and do we resist? No…

Learn and learn and sometimes and fight the demons to stage our cultures abroad

 

 

The city walk walks into us

Gifting us blogs, podcast, YouTube and the all the new colonies

Kerning the wireframe, forming new stages and new Shakespeares

And the city walk finds us, right at the periphery, so there are no more peripheries

It is a new dawn, beckoning us, and do we resist? No…

 

By Sr. Esther Jeruto Koros OSF

Comments

  1. Raphael Koros9 May 2023 at 08:46

    Amen

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  2. Bennittes Kipyegon9 May 2023 at 09:52

    Good piece Sr. Esther

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  3. Anonymous9 May 2023 at 12:52

    This is a great one.

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  4. Anonymous9 May 2023 at 15:10

    Winderful

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  5. Anonymous9 May 2023 at 17:02

    Nice one sister 👍

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  6. Anonymous9 May 2023 at 19:59

    Well done 👍 Sr. Esther.

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  7. Anonymous9 May 2023 at 20:02

    Nice piece sister

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    1. Anonymous9 May 2023 at 20:48

      Very inspiring and educative thanks alot sr Esther

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  8. Anonymous9 May 2023 at 20:48

    Very inspiring and educative thanks alot sr Esther

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  9. Anonymous10 May 2023 at 03:38

    This is one of the greatest poet of our times. Good job.

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