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THIS IS IT, LIFE

THIS IS IT, LIFE

This is it! I say, this is it!

I wanted juice, sweet juice,

For me, life chose lemon,

My bad! I’ll make lemon juice,

Suck it, detoxify whole self,

This is it. This is it, life.

I have planned, it crumbled,

I needed to make bread, I dread,

I got no wheat, but barley,

I now awn and I’m fermenting sour,

I’m drunk of it, life, this hour,

This is it. This is it, life.

This is it, for I let free,

Let flow free, life, let flow,

I gnash no more, but glow,

What I desire, I get, for I let free,

What it gives, I receive with glow,

This is it. This is it life,

I’m painless no more, but numb,

I grim no more, high is my thumb,

Life, I embrace, for I aren’t dumb,

For I made no life, life made me,

And I let free, make of it what it gives me,

Life, this is it. This is it!

Kevin Murungi

©2015

THE EARTH DIRGE; 'I THE DEFILED'

THE EARTH DIRGE

‘I THE DEFILED’

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“I that was bequeathed to you in good order, in the likeness of our maker; I have done nothing but serve you. I have been of good provisions and I’m of abundance, none rivals me. Without me, you’re nothing but vanity. You ebb and disintegrate with me. All that you’ve done to me is disregarding me, and like trash, you’ve made me tripe. You continue to defy my signals of warning. I want to salvage you and embrace you like a baby that you once were to me. All still, in vain all my efforts. You bury your head in the sand like an ostrich and you show me your posterior self whenever I speak to you of my suffering. What being have you become because I no longer recognize you as the adorable creature that gave back to me whenever I granted you of provision?

I was once green, sprouting of health and wealth. We were once great chums. We cared for each other and natured one another. What animal have you become, mysterious being? I know not of what animal you’ve turned out to be because even the animals that live within me seem to reason with me more than you do these days. All you do is reap of me and enrich yourself. The resources that I carry you exploit of them for your good. That’s alright. They were made for you. But then, the pollution that you generate behind the filthy tracks of your feet as you walk away is humiliating. You do not look back but continue walking away gluttonously like the being you’ve become. You leave me for the dead. I feel defiled by you, I say.

My arteries you gush and now I ooze of blood. I’m bleeding profusely from the underbelly. I now emit poison. This I did not create. It is your own doing. The seas and the oceans beneath me now wonder what I’m made of. They aren’t the fresh cool waters that they used to be when we still were chums with you. The lilies have dried and I now hear of hyacinths. The fish no longer live to tell the tale of deep waters. They no longer have a home and now they blame me. The plankton are no more, they tell me. They tell me they have a different name, endangered species! The coral reef is rusty they say and continue to hurl jeers of regret at me saying I defile their territories. Tell me it is not true what they say about me. I thought I gave you the authority to reign over me and all that I’m made of as the creator commanded us to do. I say to the fish, the seas and the oceans, that I’m vindicated of all that they blame of me but point a finger to you that call thyself human being. I bleed I say and I didn’t hurt myself but you defile me.

The heavens are watching and wondering where all this is heading to. The skies are no longer blue. They no longer know not what they are made of but who is defiling them. The clouds are weary and no longer know what drops of rain are made of. They are pale and run dry in wait for extinction. Then you say I’m mean and heartless depriving you of the good and pleasurable rainfall that you once enjoyed. I would want to give you rain people, and the heavens know this all too well. You deprived thyself of rain and on this too, I’m vindicated. You’re in charge of your own destiny, human! I’m scorched by the angry sun overhead and I’m about to go down on my knees, heavy laden and with no iota of strength remaining in my veins and the crust of my backbone. The ozone layer no longer knows its size because it now sags like an extra large undergarment!

The rays of the sun upon me have never been this violent since time immemorial. This time I’m afraid of what shall become of me. The green grass that covered my body, the shrubs and the thicket of lumber that surrounded my arteries are no longer with me. They wither and burn out under wild fires ignited by the angry sun that emits scouring rays upon them. They blame me of deserting them and say I no longer provide them with a drop of water beneath their roots. I cannot convince them of my innocence because even those that I spoke to, you fell them and made wood with them before I could answer them back. The grass that still struggled with me in this misery trying to shield me from the sun, you’ve harvested of it. The river beds now remain bare and barren. The river wonders of the upstream because all that it knows of is silt and sand threatening to siphon it dry. I feel I’m losing this battle as long as you continue to disregard me and defile me. As long as you continue without mercy to reap of me without replenishing me, I too cannot replenish the granaries for you. I say to you human, I’m defiled!

I was magnificent when you were placed upon me. I had plenty to give you and you vowed to take good care of me like your other siblings. Like you take care of those you sire from thy groins, your children. East to West, North to South I was magnificent and I brag not. The North Pole was great and intact and cared what the South Pole was doing. Now the North and the South exist in their own worlds. The East no longer cares what the West is doing. They have had a new teacher, a new human that cares of own interests. The snow used to be adventurous and good for the eye. Now it thaws away prematurely before winter sneezes for the summer is already here. The oceans complain of capacity they know not where to keep it because the volumes are too much for them to hold. They too wonder of their upstream oblivious of what is happening up there. They freeze and so do the creatures that call these masses home. All that remains when summer comes are skeletons, dry bones of what were. I’m petrified and perturbed by horror that you give me. I’m horrified and I can no longer be of provision to you while you hold me in captivity.

The lands are barren because of the chemicals that you churn with my soil intoxicating me and chocking me with acidity. I’m no longer productive like I used to be. Then upon me, industries thrive. That’s okay, but the waste they pour over me and into my arteries is sickening. My crust can no longer hold and support you and your generations. I can only guarantee you today but tomorrow it’s upon thee to declare. The smoke coming out of what you create and burn within your manufacturing plants, makes the heavens speechless. The heavens are in awe people. How then will they give you fresh rain while you poison their bladders? All they can give is acid rain if at all anything yields out of them. The tremors and the Tsunamis that kill your beloved are a result of what you create. The species of the flora and fauna once abundant are now mere examples of what they once represented. A drop in the ocean they now are. They too wonder and ponder of the creature called human.

I’m nature, the earth that I’m today. A fraction of what I was years ago during my forefathers’ eons. I’m nature that once subsisted with you coherently and symbiotically. I’m calm and ooze of plenty when natured. I equally am violent and torturous when I’m provoked and left to the dogs. Not that I want to hurt you but because I’m writhing and trying to kick for my dear life. I feel like disowning you and collapsing with the whole lot of you but I realize the creator gave you authority over me. I then leave you to declare your destiny, our destiny. I continue to bare pain like a woman about to heed in labor but with a smile upon her face knowing that she brings forth a new being. Like her, I shall endure until you heed and yield for me as new creatures worthy of the name human beings. I need you to nurture me, replenish what you deduct of me, clean what you trash me with and siphon while you refill the barrels of prosperity. Salvage what remains of me because I’m about to deplete and crumble with you. Without me, you are nothing. When I’m dead, you too are dead. I’m nature and my nature is to punish whoever defiles of me. My gut is blocking, my arteries carry poison and my heart is about to crumble. Be warned! Global warming so you call it is what I now can give you until you choose your own destiny because I’m defiled, human! I have had it enough human!”

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