I could find nothing other than toiling
and circulating peace in the crack where I belong.
The emperors have no clothes,
and they are the culprits,
accountable for the cracks,
making our residences sick bays.
As new as this is, they have not been cautious
and subject the innocent to misery and suffering.
Children heading up families increase
and the young give up education to mother siblings.
War injured are resigned to their fate, rotting,
some paralyzed with bullets lodged in their bodies.
Others fled; over 5000 children unaccompanied,
a hard journey under the scorching sun,
unable to find food and water.
What could be worse than meeting the bloody rebels!!
Sacking, the order of the day,
numbers of rebels multiply along tribal perimeters.
What doesn’t kill you, makes you strong!
Our experiences, good or bad, make us who we are.
By overcoming difficulties, we gain strength and maturity.
The trek of tribalism has been circuitous.
Cut it short and make it direct!
Run the race for peace!
April 19th, 2018 (c) Nyiriak Ramadan