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Eyes to the skies

Poetry By: John Wanjora

Is there hope for these unskilled laborers who trek to work everyday and have never known a better life?

Submitted:May 24, 2007    Reads: 171    Comments: 10    Likes: 1   

Eyes to the skies

Feet pounding the dusty paths

The tired souls march on

In the silence of the fading sun

In a duel of thoughts,

After the daily frustration of ambitions

At Industrial Area.

In retrospect,

This is life,

So they say,

This is how it has always been

How our dads lived

The way we live

And so shall it ever be:

Where daylight gives in to dusk

Nights give in to sunrise -

Where at birth our deaths begin

And life goes on unperturbed -

Eyes lifted high

Feet pounding the dust:

A hasty procession towards the grave.

John Wanjora


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