Kariuki Michael

 It was i who shot the sheriff Now they claim that i am guilty They are tracking me down Led by the police deputy He was an ugly and fat baboon With money and a Toyota Saloon Five stars on his uniform-a marshal To shoot he needed not a rehearsal Mine beautiful wife he long coveted  Money and car had he and i not Every week flowers he brought While sweat i broke building the road All this while i knew but so what  A man with no money is like a man With a broken hand; no use they got He provided both on the plate and the bed On that fateful day i said enough is enough With my month's salary a gun i purchased, Headed home and waited in the trough. Toyota Saloon came and under a tree parked Ten minutes later giggles turned to moans My wife was in pain but she seemed to enjoy The scene i beheld until now still pains That betrayal i would  no longer buy My Ak-47 firmly in hand i held: one eye  On the target the other closed for range The trigger with the index finger ...

They killed the small man and his dream Who used to stand down the dusty road And his sweets,nuts and masks sell, In his tattered shirt,old trousers and akala.  The big man from the roof of his car said "All hawkers must vacate to give way for.." The following week the police harassed him and all of them,home were sent. He picked his carton and its belongings He cursed the government and the big man "For 20 years i sold my sweets here. They Schooled my kids and my wife fed.  The big man has no heart!" A big mall stands where he used to sell  and Big cars of the buyers there are packed 24/7 None of the items sold here can he afford Isn't he jobless and hopeless after all? Didn't his son get sent away from school? Where did the principal expect him to get 3 Thousand shillings that he asked for fees? Adjacent to the mall,the big road now passes Heavy traffic day and night, of slaves in cars Others on twos,going to and from work. The street is clean. No trees an...