By Esther Mukiri
The earth is thirsty
It keeps on swallowing
Among us it picks
The best of God’s creation
It is a year of sorrow
Everyday it’s taking
Iconic matter
Leaving so much vacuum
I wish we could
One day sew its mouth
So that it no longer
Grabs the best from us
I wish we had the power
To choose who to leave us
I wish we would be consulted
On what the earth should gulp up
The hero has fallen
We will mourn him forever
May God rest his soul in peace
May God grant us peace

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