A Word Poem by Job Ombati

I wished to say a word
A healing word
A balsam of Gilead
To assuage a bruised soul
And abused nerves
And the brand 'USELESS! ' across a boy's innocent face
But my lips stayed glued.

I saw her
Sitted in a lone class corner
Slumped on her chair
And face buried in tiny hands
Numbing thoughts heavy on her shoulders
But remained mum.

I was there
When doubts started
Whether there existed God or not
All the reedy soul craved was a verse to reassure
That God still cares
But my lips couldn't budge.

I was there
When barbs traded
Politician A called politician B cattle rustler
I did not speak
Pangas were bought
They were sharpened
And one night Heads of all men in village B
Were floating down a river.

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