The Carrying Cross

The Carrying Cross

Every he for himself. Alone

And she for herself and the community

You're a man. They say, drag your cross along.

But he has no back not even his own community

Waithera is a good girl she'll take the front seat

Kamau is a man he'll manage the back-bench

Gets knocked if she comes back after the sun sit

Nobody bothers when he comes back drank dead late

Took to boarding school, boys for boys, girls for girls

Anxiety of broke modelled their wanting pool for snacks

Paid with backs; tongues aroused affects for their mates

And graduated together with proud gay' certificates.

Blood-line can't even buy nor submit to the blame

No stretched hands to help him carry the garbage

At least she. Can naturally get keep ups

He can't, don't. Carries on with own cross

Through the human rights-less city of dead gods

Dehumanised smell viciously kicked his last breathe

At the end of his interment they plant a cross

A small cross, tinnier than the cross that killed he.

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