My Kenya is mourning


Kenya is mourning
A nation is bleeding
All we could do is watch the news and pray
Whilst inside a shopping mall dead bodies lay

On the roof the children of Junior MasterChef
Screamed as the sound of bullets made them deaf
All they wanted to do was laugh and bake
But they were shot in vain for religion’s sake

A selfless hero tried to save the kids from these monsters
He said “Kill me instead of these youngsters”
But his pleas went on deaf ears
And all you could hear was the sound of their parents tears

A married couple trying to protect each other
The wife was soon to be a first time mother
Gunned down whilst locked in a final embrace
By none other than one of the ‘human’ race

A little girl ran to a stranger with a gun
Her mother had told her to get up and run
He was a brave man who saved her and others
Whilst he was there searching for his own brother

Blood and tears were everywhere
They were inside their worst nightmare
One smeared blood on her face to play dead
Whilst the terrorists rained bullets over her head

The massacre left behind a mall burning
A nation cried and was left yearning
The murderers played the wrong game
To try and catch a glimpse of fame
They never rolled a six on the dice
So instead of them, all the innocents will now go to Paradise


35 thoughts on “My Kenya is mourning

  1. Thank you for this poem that reminds us how fragile life is.
    The world needs healing and protection from those who desire to do evil.


  2. So true and so well written!
    Hasn’t anyone told the so called martyrs that there will be nobody waiting for them?
    Anyway, they will not be going to heaven.


  3. That is one amazing poem Amisha and I’m very proud and honoured to have a niece as talented as you


  4. So sad and upsetting news of so many innocent people who lost their lives in such a brutal tragedy. Beautifully written.


  5. For all who lost their loved ones – a consolation

    Where do they go to, the people who leave?
    Are they around us, in the cool evening breeze?
    Do they still hear us, and watch us each day?
    I’d like you to think of them with us that way.

    Where do they go to, when no longer here?
    I think that they stay with us, calming our fear
    Loving us always, holding our hands
    Walking beside us, on grass or on sand.

    Where do they go to, well it’s my belief
    They watch us and help us to cope with our grief
    They comfort and stay with us, through each of our days
    Guiding us always through life’s mortal maze.



    1. Thank you so much – what a wonderful poem. I love the part where they walk with us holding our hand, and comfort us as we navigate through life’s maze.


  6. A wonderful poem lovely, so sad – I was in tears and so well written summing up the pain and suffering these people must’ve gone through. Thank you for linking to Prose for Thought x


    1. Thank you Vic. It was such a tragic event. I cried every time I read an article as the details and stories just got more gruesome. Cannot imagine the grief and the loss of the families affected…


  7. You’ve written so well about something so hard to write about. It’s really a heartfelt poem and I’m going to share it. #PoCoLo


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