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Monstrous Devastation
Two succesive blasts
threw Nairobi into death and despair.
A cloud of dust and smoke is ascending.
Heralding the birth of terrorism
in a city reminiscent of peace and morality.
But, is it Hiroshima or is it Nagasaki?
A strange smell of flesh is renting the air
Our blood is washed away to waste.
At end of town the media is shooting breaking news.
Thousands dead and maimed and traumatised
because Ufundi House came down to its knees
Killing and killing as it goes..
And even you great Kenyan mountain.
You have shocked your head in great sadness.
Very moving poem. Were you there when this took place?