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Born to Die

Wanjohi Muturi

For many cultures on our continent
To talk about it is seen as a taboo
We talk in hushed whispers, afraid it long arms
Will yank the soul of a loved one
We appease it with gifts, song and dance
We chase it away with rituals like a mother would her stubborn child

For centuries humans have pondered about it
Are we a vessel, a soul confined to its human prison?
Set free when the heart beats its last
An eternal slumber slowly creeps in
Oblivious of pain and anguish with the final breath

O dark one why not let us be?
Why take them one by one young and old
Plucking them
Until all we have left is a withered stalk
a memory fading away
Silence dawns, darkness engulfs
We are all alone

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