Wangari...you live on!

A blue September

Gloomy

Deathly

Death making a call

Stealthily, like it’s his habit

Crept up

Picked the best

Wangari

You fought, you cried, you sweat

They ripped off your hair

They manhandled you

Forgot you are woman

Needed delicate handling

You fought on

Oh, how I remember how you fought

For Uhuru Park

You went it alone

Courageous like the woman you are

You fought …till the end

For Karura….you fought

For a single tree…you fought

For our environment…yes, you fought

The world is a better place

After you passed through it

You shall live on….

Your legacy shall live…

Iconic woman…

Heroine…

True mama….

Rest in Peace Wangari.

In the murk........

Coursing down the rivulet…it shines

Oil with a death wish

In the murky water

It flows in its shiny-evil dominance

They ignore its evil demeanour

They ooze it out of the murk

They see the shilling in it

The quick buck flowing in the murk

Only it knows better

As it deathly swirls further down

It reminds one of the death that coursed towards Egypt

To kill the first born sons

But this one flowing on water

Didn’t get too choosy

As it coursed down

It took the first, second…even the last son

The child of the son too

In murderous unison with fire

It scorched life out of them

Squeezed it out in a flash

Leaving skeletal forms

A statement of its viciousness

Their grotesque forms hurdled in the murk

Lived in murk

Walked in murk

Died in the murk

No dime in the murk

Just death!