TO LIVE DESPITE THE GRIEF

TO LIVE WITHOUT THE GRIEF (By Oliver Mutai & Sian Albright)

Had taken walk around the neighbourhood,
Sick and tired of the same routine,
Need some change,
Need some theatre feeling,
When the curtains draw
And the lights glow the stage,
And art comes to life.

Somewhere along the road I stood,
At the sight of an accident scene,
Cars were wrecked,
Wounds were bleeding,
And many gathered to watch the carnage,
This drove into my heart a knife.

I snapped out of my sulky mood,
And squeezed through till I was in,
Ripped my shirt,
Made a sling,
Still no policeman in the crumpled wreckage,
And motionless eyeballs in disbelief.

'Woi Woi! And this meek man was good,'
Eh! This world is mean,
Stories were flowing,
Comments were reeling,
I stood tired my heart bursting with rage,
But everyone was still stiff.

A couple with a single brood,
Had died clinging on,
Their little girl,
Their darling,
Closed he eyes unable to manage,
I hoped my shoulder would keep her safe.

As fast as I could as a machine,
Eyes stinging,
Tears rolling,
The doctors said,
She had the courage,
To live despite the grief.

I no longer walk around the neighborhood,
Sick and tired of the same routine,
Needing some change,
A theatre feeling,
When the clouds draw and the sun lights the stage.
My life turns into a play.

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