Kenya's Rose

by

In Memoriam -- for Rose Wanjiku Irungu

Amid life's shattered monuments, in peace,

She called to life, keeping rank death at bay,

In days of Hope, until death had its way,

Dismissing life, bringing her voice surcease.

In her slow death, her life bade hope increase.

Within life's tangled tons, her soft voice rose,

Urging a Gallant Team to greater task,

Anxious to keep at bay death's lurid mask;

But death, prevailing -- heartless! -- pinched her nose,

Leaving mere hopeful faith dead in repose....

The hope that stirred her voice will fill the breeze,

To stir the senses of the ones who toiled

To save her life from hell, where hatred boiled!

Listen to future murmurs in the trees --

They'll seem to say: "Oh no! You're brothers! Please...."

She is not gone! Not while the soft wind blows

Fresh fragrance from that flower.... Heaven knows --

And trusts men who are brothers will suppose --

Faith's scent, Hope's bloom, linger from Kenya's Rose.

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