Poet Tree

Violence

ART AS THE WEAPON
late night close my eyes to sleep
can't rest cause the pain so deep
i hear them call it 'The great nation'
in darkness is our current situation
no difference between day & night
in both no single ray of light
so i gat to fight into the silent
art as my deadly secret weapon
from my black brains words popping
on a plain white paper thick ink bleeding
therefore art is being created
naked truth is being crafted
a statement is being stated
a Kenyan story is being mold
a cold true story is being told
by a Kenyan with lost  mind
a heart full of scars & thorns