The Red Dust of Kenya
Stark contrasts:
Smokey, sense filled,
Teaming humanity.
Overflowing refuse laden
Transitions and poor translations
Of evolving complexity.
Morality seems a luxury
The desperate can ill afford.
Where expansive vistas of umbrella trees
Cast shadows
Where gazelles and dik-dik
Welcome each day.
God's hand moves across this land.
Men who incessantly
Polish and clean life's passing
From shoes dulled once again
By the red dust of Kenya.
Shadows and sunlight.
Violence and mercy
Walk hand-in-hand.
Faith and abject despair
Are bedfellows.
And always the dust,
Binding it all.
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