Luv Inna Smokin’ City Mall

27 Sep


I hear goonish guns gesticulatin
echoin imminent catastrophe
brainwashed crudes coughin’ bullets on oblivious souls
turnin shoppin mall to execution wall

There’s smoke bellowin from a city mall

I hear sorrowful sirens soundin
suggestin serious casualties
doctors wheelin away injured victims
turnin shoppin mall to hospital ward

There’s smoke bellowin from a city mall

I hear cries clangin continuously
consoling traumatised relatives
families & friends embracing loved ones
turnin shoppin mall to mourning shrine

There’s smoke bellowin from a city mall

I smell death droolin dreadfully
declarin dirges for departed souls
hearses gatherin lifeless motionless frames
turnin shoppin mall to grave yard

There’s smoke bellowin from a city mall

I see serenity sproutin spontaneously
proclaimin national unified devotedness
multitudes volunteerin donatin tirelessly prayin
tragic smokin city mall now turned astonishin unifying force

There’s bewildering bountiful love blossomin from a city mall.

uThanDiLe © 2013

This piece is inspired by the undying spirit of the kenyan people which was well reflected during the terrorist attack on the weekend of 21st Sep 2013. May the Most High comfort those who lost loved ones and may those lost souls find eternal peace. #weareone


Posted by on September 27, 2013 in Poetry & Spoken WOrd, random thoughts


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6 responses to “Luv Inna Smokin’ City Mall

  1. still seasideauthor

    September 10, 2014 at 3:06 pm

    Tragedy brings a oneness sometimes. Well penned. I liked the repetition.

  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    September 10, 2014 at 4:16 pm

    What a devastating picture of the tragedies in Kenya.. I still like the form of repetitions rhythm and alliterations…

  3. Desmond, Anthony (@iamEPanthony)

    September 10, 2014 at 6:04 pm

    yes, the rhythm is impeccable, such tragedies going on tho… ugh

  4. billgncs

    September 10, 2014 at 6:23 pm

    that was horrific wasn’t it. It’s also sad how the kids kidnapped have been forgotten.

  5. zongrik

    September 10, 2014 at 9:50 pm

    just the other day, i heard how sad this made Richard Dawkins because he was born in Kenya.

    Notes Fro A Metro Line

  6. georgeplace2013

    September 10, 2014 at 11:04 pm

    The ‘in dropping the g’ sounds give this a music and cadence. This feels like you were right there giving us an eyewitness account. Nicely done.


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