A New Beginning: This Poem

This poem,
A toast:
To a new beginning,
This poem is about hope, resurrection, resurgence, revivification, revitalization, redemption reincarnated on the walls of the battle of the centaurs’
This poem is the elegance in the strides of Madonna, climbing the stairs to view “Madonna of the Stairs”
Rest in peace Michelangelo.


When the wine spills, my mind feels like a mine field,
Dripping regrets as my spine splits,
Mind wilts, like deciduous leaves,
Waiting for spring to spring back to a new life;
 A new beginning.
Lets start all over,
Before its all over, 
Lets all hover, over this blue print, 
Poets, lets play with words and enlighten so that we put a smile on these kids in IDPs before;
They R.I.P, Rest in Pieces, scattered by GRENADE ATTACKS.
Poets, let us create a revolution against ourselves, for we hold the power to change everything.
We have the power of words and endless creativity, 
So let us rank ourselves not by who can drop more punch lines and rhyme more last lines or who can split the word sedative to Sedate Eve, or Pullover to Pull Over, NO!!!
You will be forgotten just after the last snap, clap or nod of approval,
Let us inspire , unite, free, console, challenge and awaken all kind of human emotion with caution,
Let us pick our pens, keyboards, touch pads, memories or any other device used to inscribe inscriptions of sublime descriptions that ignite inspirations which navigate through souls, meditate through forms, and translate through the bond that holds us together. Poetry!


In this Dark night I am a darker knight, guided by words bright that illuminate my path, 
So I write for a new beginning,
A beginning where humans are not racially profiled or tribalistically stereotyped,
A beginning that realizes our dreams, 
A beginning that realizes not all Somalis are Al-Shababs,
Not all Luos are crazy Gor fans,
Not all Kikuyus are Mungikis,
Not all Nairobi University students are doing a Bachelor’s Degree in the art of stone throwing,
Let us write for a beginning that reminds all the above named people that they are humans like us,
They also have a heart that hurts.
A beginning where guns and bombs are archived in museums and pens and tongues are winning in battle fields, I dream that’s how a battle feels,  for I would fight.
Lets end raids in North Eastern cattle fields,and the ethnic cleansing.
Tuandike, tusimamishe watoto kubeba panga,
Wako hardcore na chini ya maji wakosoft kama sabuni ya panga,
Poets we need to write for a new beginning, 
This poem is for a new beginning, 
This poem is for that street child in my hood that is content that she at least has the three basic needs, 
Her skin as her clothing, leaves and trash cans as her food and the skies as the roof of her shelter,
This poem is for the fisherman that knows not about technology but has the waters as his best photographer, endlessly capturing his reflection.
This poem is about the street hawkers revolting against the city council to feed their children.
This poem is for the corrupt politician, the lazy policeman, 
This poem will vote female next year.
This poem,
A toast:
To a new beginning,
This poem is about hope, resurrection, resurgence, revivification, revitalization, redemption reincarnated on the walls of the battle of the centaurs’
This poem is the elegance in the strides of Madonna, climbing the stairs to view “Madonna of the Stairs”
Rest in peace Michelangelo.