Lit candles in darkness

I endeavor to unearth my purloined sovereignty
To lay down my entity as a depiction of resistance
For when I linger in desperation pondering on my next stunt, I pin my hopes on the shoulders of my fellow disruptor cronies to give me alleviation

Some will be in awe of why I throw myself in such a melee
The feeble will deduce am a nut case
But their words sound no more than an awful elegy when I recollect the etiolated smiles of the fathers of our fathers and my brawling outright becomes a necessity

Am an offspring of the soil I should articulate
My antecedents toiled on the same lands their youngsters have as their playing field
And when they implore I tell them I do not strive to take their valued discards but rather to get back my rightful smidgens

My words are precise and unadorned
My orisons painless and relevant
For I surmise that am on an outing to uncover an individuality which my forbearers maybe at one time held on to with fervor and avidity

Someday my worn-out shoes may become credible and get me to the line
Or maybe my bosom buddies may drag me beyond it
But the fact remains, first I must go on a quest to recoup this light I have aflame lechery for or I rather breathe my last while trying

I'm a Kenyan writer, poet and aspiring screenwriter currently based in Nairobi , Kenya. My work has previously been published on Writers space Africa (PoeticAfrica), zeitgeistpulse of culture, HadithiKe and is forthcoming in others. I've also previously won a poetry competition held by barrenmagazine. I'm at the moment a university student working towards a certification in liberal arts (international relations and diplomacy).

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