Life...

Thief…

Thief, oh thief, you make my heart thunder. The pain can bring such tremors.

Your existence makes my life, all so painful.

When exactly will I get relief from your traumatic lifestyle?

I have tried in all sorts of ways, flaws and all; and they have all gone to the bitter end.

Why do you suppose that you are entitled to the fruits of my labor?

Do you suppose that you can, at the very least, try and be more productive instead of being destructive?

Can’t you just, use your talents for your advancement instead of your prejudice? 

Just think about it, it might be a win-win situation.

By Rose Ndungu