By Omondi Kong’o Wycliffe
I didn’t start this war,
But I have to fight,
My only plea,
Kill me last.
Kill me last,
After I lay my parents to rest,
Their bodies in body bags,
Their faces I can’t recognize,
Police justice they called it,
Orders from above they said.
Kill me last I ask,
After I put my brother to rest,
His only crime was supporting justice,
I’m still in the lake,
Hoping to fish out his body one day,
Hoping the fish didn’t make him a prey,
Kill me last,
For my daughter is lying in a pool,
She knew little of why,
But still she had to go,
So let me mourn her,
Till my last tear hit the ground,
Kill me last my plea,
After justice and equality we achieve,
So when I die,
The good news I’ll have for the lost,
Let Msando smile with the news of fair elections at last,
Let baby Pendo know other kids are safe at home,
Moraa will know that other kids can now play in the veranda,
And I will die knowing that my fight was not in vain,
Till Justice equality is achieved,
Kill me last.
About the Author
Wycliffe is a practicing accountant with a special interest in Poetry. Most of the poems he write are tailored towards justice and equality. He started writing poems from high school to express himself, and to tell a story in a few lines. Like many poets he believe, the thoughts come when you least expect them, at times when you don’t even have pen and paper, at times when you very tired and you about to sleep. Wycliffe is a Kenyan by birth and he reside in Nairobi.
