In Pursuit Of Shadows Poem by Linus Kithinji Njeru

Like a mother mine was delighted, she gave birth,
A joy most pure, like breath of life upon this earth.
Great as the dawn when first we took our breath,
And like the sun, we gleamed with hope, not death.

Lo, we did dream of days in learning's thrall,
And thought great knowledge would our hearts enthrall.
We sought, with zeal, the treasures men desire,
And thought that gold could kindle love's true fire.

How grand the love for riches and for fame,
How lofty men did seek to build their name.
And in the toil, the sweat, and joys of men,
We thought we'd rise to heights again and again.

Yet when the work did weigh upon the heart,
Our love grew dim, its spark began to part.
For 'twas not gold nor gold alone that fed,
But the love of life, the mind, the soul, the bread.

Now pride in knowledge—how it doth unfold,
More prized than wisdom ancient, pure, and bold.
The words we spoke, the tongues we did employ,
Forgetting all the simple joys of joy.

We fought, with pride, for titles, gifts, and men,
And in our quest, we fought the battle then.
The more we took the lovers to our side,
The more we thought that we had naught to hide.

How grand the feast, the lavish taste of ease,
How sweet the depth in which our hearts did please.
How soft the touch that brought us pain and bliss,
How deep the taste of sin's most tender kiss.

How wondrous, too, when we did fear no foe,
Nor God, nor law, nor right, nor love did show.
How great the fear when we must face our end—
What tribulations shall to death descend?