Compositions of Distance

Through these poems,
I belong to you,
My Kenya, my land
On these streets,
That goes by your home

Prophecy of your dreams
To return and to see,
The years of your life
Through those playgrounds
Built for you,
With butterflies and rainbows

I have heard of stories
From nomads of the desert
Where you belong,
Crevices of life and its mechanics
As I follow those paths
Through these compositions
Of distance and dreams

Through these poems,
I belong to you,
The history of its days and nights
All in my veins, all in my skin
On these streets
That goes by your home

Through those words,
I write for you,
On these streets,
Engulfed in silence and fear
Occupied by oppression
And hands occupied
In prayers and eyes in tears

Through these poems
I belong to you
The story and its existence
On these streets,
That goes by your home!

Kashkin

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