Kenya You Not Alone

Kenya You Not Alone short poem

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In the deep sleep of a long day, I woke up at a woman’s scream.
Her face was emotionless, yet the heart bled agonizingly
From a pain injected at the loss of her womb a terrorist tore apart
For a reason “righteousness” finds no connection.
Tears of grief attach us as one, we cry together, at the negligence of good by evil.
Yet we know, from whence above we came from,
All who rest in His name will stand beside Him in that world,
Garrisa, never be terrified to call on the Almighty,
For in the spirit, you are not alone.
We cry, we cry with hope.

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Poet, Word Composer, Writer, Speaker, an All-round Activist.I love poetry for in thee I find solace and peace. I find a platform to express myself without limits and share courage without denial. I have published two books. My Quiet Place and Confiance; an anthology of poems and a novel respectively, which are already on sale. I will never stop writing because I have already started......
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Debabani
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A poem that provokes people to think futility of violence prevalent in this world.

Nadeem Qazilbash
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How can we respond ? Hurt begets hurt but should we offer the other cheek. Greed and fear are the main drivers, how do we get them off the wheel.

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