The Valley Of Dry Bones Poem by Job Ombati

So vibrant was the district
Buzzing and bustling with live banter
Industies lining up the streets
All spewing out tones of products
All bearing the stamp:
'Proudly Kenyan'.

But now
It's street after street
Of closed down industries
With gates determinedly shut
With sleepy sentinels
Manning empty buildings
And rotting machines.

Capital flew
And perched
In a country next door
CMC CLOSED!
Bata CLOSED!
Procter and Gamble CLOSED!
GlaxoSmithKline...

May be one day...
This valley of dry dead bones
Will receive the kiss of life
There will be a rattling
A great rattling
A reconnection of bones
Sinews bringing flesh and bones together.

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