The day is old!
The west grows like worms,
Their shadows are long,
There are cool whispers in the trees.
The developing grows downward!
We are the eyes that wouldn't wander,
What power lay hidden in those eyes,
That wouldn't wander?
The bombs in twice to innocents,
The top bubbles nonsense!
Knowledge creator are starving,
Provocative enjoy the national cake!
Let not be a tendentious,
Let us varnish our open shoe unleash our passion,
Provoke the truth and spoil the shame,
Finally redirect our sailing boat.
Ni furaha kukukaribisha katika ulimwengu huu wa kublog KARIBU SANA.
ReplyDeleteKaka umenena. Uyasemayo ni dhahiri yapo, umetumia maneno machache lakini yenye ujumbe mzito.
ReplyDeleteKilichotokea Mbagala, ndicho hicho tena Gongo la Mboto. "Top bubbles" wanazila "cakes" za nchi kwa uhuru wao, hawajali namna "innocent people" wanavyoteketea au kusababishiwa vilema kwa uzembe.
Shukrani sana kaka. Karibu sana.
Karibu kweny ulimwengu wa kublogu. Mimi ni mpenzi wa mashairi hasa ya Kiswahili. Kwingineko huwa nafurahia sana kusoma mashairi ya Pablo Neruda - mshairi mashuhuri kutoka Chile.
ReplyDeleteKaribu sana!