Where Lions Roar

On Kenya and war

Where Lions Roar

Crying in the Kenyan sun,
The mother shields her unborn son
From chatter of the foreign guns
Wielded by children having fun
And running on a warm engine
Of hatred.

Fires burn, they laugh and swear
While ashes fill the arid air
And mountains shake with their despair
As they watch the cities wear
From politics and loyalty
Once sacred.

As savage sounds begin to pour,
The people huddle on the floor
And try to vision life before
The soul of war knocked on their door
When lovers could go out and sing
A simple ballad.

And when the radio came on
An hour past the break of dawn,
Towards its speakers they were drawn
In hopes to learn of people gone
And hear their tragic fate
Within the country.

But when a voice was broken free
From his confined authority
He spoke of gold from overseas
Where governments just aimed to please
And how the aging pop star
Had her baby.

And while the teardrops slowly fall
As bodies pile on the wall,
You’ll find the orphan standing tall
Pondering where she placed her doll
Among the scattered fields
Of red debris.

Reviews

[Kitty]

War in general is a horrid evil thing. But somehow the wars in Africa seem so much worse. Kenya, Zimbabwe, South Africa. They're all going the same way. Your poem is true reflection of the pain and heartache that these people must be feeling. I salute you on this...

Fantastic poem!!!!

Josie