Father, you anointed me
Like David decades ago:
Your sheep to lead
Through dark waters; thus triumph
Over evils of egocentric men
But I was rejected!
Your servant was deprived
Of the dream lived for ages;
Under the sun he was robbed,
Whilst justice well thrived
He shed blood
Once tear wells ran dry
Upon rejection.
I for my people cried
Numbed by cold in tents;
Ousted from ancestral soils...
To taste joy, and have peace
Once rejected.
For ages
Lured with lolls,
I was underfed-- with roughage
Whilst my brothers' bellies bellowed with worms
On fours I for them stood
Then honoured with rejection.
(c) wafula p'khisa
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