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Tuesday, 6 February 2018

ONE LAST WISH



Now that I will be gone
That my work here is done
I feel a fire eating me up
Of all things I can’t evade this cup
Because this is the way I took
I’ve been nothing but a rook
But before I go I must say;

I wish I read all the beautiful words
That I wrote for people of all worlds
I wish I lived the life I advocated for
I wish my rear was same as my fore
I wish in my decisions I stood firm
I wish I uprooted immorality in my own farm
Only now, the days are no longer gay.

I wish I listened to my own sermons
I wish as I sought I gave pardons
I wish I didn’t abandon the fight
I wish I could make things right
But now, only wishes are left
Now, that my life is being cleft
These times that are no longer gay.

I wish it was never too late to say it’s too late
I wish I could still see an open gate
But neigh, sealed is my fate
Let history erase my birth date
Let love for once in my heart overrule hate
I wish this train I took wasn’t in haste
But now, I will have to pay.

You too have not long to decide
Truly time is not on your side
Do you hear yourself when you preach?
Do you know how far you have to reach?
Well then, you know where I dropped the light
This is your chance to make things right
Now when the sun still shines, make ye hay.


     By Vincent Owino.

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