May 24, 2020 0 By Kipkirui Borusej

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I saw it coming
Forcefully it swayed
Gradually it began
The drums started.

The dust rose
The youth danced
He rolled in gutters
Of guilt and pain.

No one noticed
The grief he had
The drums continued
As he drafted a suicide note.

The wind paused
The drums ceased
The youth murmured
And he went down the road.

Step by step I lept
And saw his act
He drew a cartoon
With his precious arms.

I then saw it go
Weakly it steadily went
Abruptly it disappeared
And the drums stopped.