NOT…

I am here,

Able to smear and hear,

With eyes yet not a seer,

Alive and with lots of flair,

Sunshine on my hair,

Moonlight in the rear,

To be clear,

Because I was not.

Do you see her?

The one in leather,

Holding a tether,

Scolding the lazy brother,

For being a bother,

Will she bear another?

She was not.

Look at him,

Sleeping without a whim,

Almost in a dream,

Rather than trim,

And fill earth to brim,

For he was not.

They are marching,

Voices raising,

Bent on hating,

What they are enjoying,

Yet they were not.

God’s blessing withheld,

An innocent saved,

Bred, fed and hopefully loved,

And not.

Now Enjoying life,

Breeze of fresh air,

Because it was not.

We are all here,

Because we were not.

ABORTED.

About The Contributor

John Wanjohi

John Wanjohi is a recent graduate of Social Work at Masinde Muliro University of Science and Technology, Kenya. He has an avid interest in films and is an aspiring screenwriter. Most importantly, he believes no one should ever take a life, age notwithstanding if they cannot give it back. Life is sacred. He advocates against domestic violence as it robs the victims of their inherent dignity.
When not writing, he tries to keep up with the trends in technology and study economics. Football dislikes him but he reciprocates with love.

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