She bleeds
From the knives pierced in her fresh
She is now anaemic, but still fighting to survive
For her own
She weeps
In anguish
As she watches her own lose their own to the unknown of the land
And leaving her barren
She is forsaken
By her own, they abandoned her ways
Broken
By who used to hers, now detached from their mother
She drained and tied
But still holding on, hoping she could see a few more generations to come
And maybe the current ones would go back to who they were
The true sons and daughters of the land.
Read After Sunset – A Poem by Benny Wanjohi, Kenya
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