BY CHRIS GICHUHI
Why sacrifice for obedience if sacrifice begets disaster?
Death of wishes for the betterment of aspirations in a photo frame
And the portrait gathers dust in the catacombs of time
All future is gone to incarnate the dark past
If the better half of the answers is just a speck of the crescent
While all the other part of the moon is a big heavy tear hanging weakly
Why save laughter for tomorrow which holds empty promises?
Promises that fuels fire in the desert…burning the sand in an hourglass
And time flies away from the dune… that is me…a sphinx in its wake
As I wish for a diadem to rule my unruly self
Stumbling at every step on the precipice of this world
Makes faith stretch beyond the sight of the self righteous mystics
Who worship statues in big temples and rob glamour of hell…
As they paint themselves in that colour of fake greatness
That is why the gallery is full of selfish portraits
Why care to paint them any of them better, wasting the precious paint?
If my tears sear the shroud that covers my nakedness…
I pray to Heaven where the throne resides…to take my sorrow away
And weave me new garments of happiness
Angels who watch from a far as I mar my life with my blunt humanity
Hoping that I would conquer the stinginess of life with its alchemical commodities
Conquering self that is always selfish, minding the affairs of its own
If all I see is a grand handsome face on a mirror
Then I wonder what I do with life in this painful experience
For we must care less about looks, pleasures and smoky scenes in the night
Or we will come around to the place where it began
Screaming at the graveyard trying to wake the inevitable
While the heavens look defiantly at us…Reminding us of its warnings
That we seldom heed.