Verses to Cover Sins

colorful tears can't conceal prisms

A poem by Kimutai Kemboi Allan

We need more names, a catalogue

Of remonstrance, a book of all our sins.

More pages to outline the travesty

And the days will roll on our shoulders

Everything makes the devil laugh

And the priest is reading beautiful verses

This is not a good place

For the meek and mellow

A cheek to receive the alternate slap.

We devoured the lights

In gobbles of insipid demeanour

Nothing else to place in mindful remembrance

Of the sins of our fathers

The books are getting filled with odes.