Fingernails Clogged With Dirt
By Margaret W. (Form 2) I refuse to take your brotherly hand Your nails are black with dirt, brother And your palms are clammy with sweat I refuse to take the hand you extend in help, I shall not join hands with you, brother For unclean hands make me uneasy For filthy fingernails rob
Cries From Desperate Souls
By Nancy A. (Form 1) Cries from desperate souls In common plea to all Listen the pain of the voiceless Seeking to awaken consciousness Mama let us live Let me survive for each river in a silent plea The sources of the harden of glimmerces And the future citizens disconnected from their storms Lives
Arise and Shine
By Martha A. (Form 1) This is the time when we are kept aided Taught by Daraja to know and love and do. Step by step enlightened Toiling in faith Reaching for the skies. We have arrived to join a thousand others All with one mission To drink from knowledge’s well Boldly we follow
Wildlife Poaching
By Juster M. (Form 2) Lion, wild and mighty king of the jungle with point claws and thick mane, The beautiful long necked spotted giraffe, Grazing happily on the dry savanna grassland, The black and white striped zebra and the mighty rhinoceros, The enormous elephant with the amazing trunk and tusks, Now becoming fewer
The Good Old Days
By Cynthia W. (Form 1) Those were the days, the good old days, When I was a child, the queen of our home, Everything depended on me, My needs came first, So tiny was I, yet I ruled them all. Those were the days The good old days, When I started growing Brought them
Student Poetry: Our Girls, Our Strength, Our Nation
By Martha A.(Form 1) They feel pain but they don’t complain because they are toiling to change the world.
