Grass will grow - Jonathan Kariara

If you should take my child Lord

Give my hands strength to dig his grave

cover him with earth

Lord send a little rain

For grass will grow

If my house should burn down

So that the ashes sting the nostrils

Making the eyes weep

Then Lord send a little rain

For grass will grow

But Lord do not send me

Madness

I ask for tears

Do not send me moon hard madness

To lodge snug in my skull

I would you sent me hordes of horses

Galloping

Crushing

But do not break

The yolk of the moon on me.

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Jonathan Kariara (1935 – 1993) Kenya

Source: Kinna Reads