Roadside Judgement

i stood by the traffic jam
a bunch of bananas in one hand
and a packet of sweets on the other
hawking them to the monks
behind the wheel of fuel guzzlers
some would buy a banana
others would wind-up their tinted windows
fearing i would snatch their smartphones

an owl hooted nearby
someone shouted
Thief
then i turned around
and saw a boy of twelve
running to cross the road
he stumbled over a pothole
and fell in the middle of the road

a rain of stones fell on him
and rendered his body lifeless
a mechanic produced a worn-out tire
and another a can of gasoline
ready to cremate the boy
then i signaled them to stop
and knelt before the corpse
and unfolded its clenched fists
only to uncover two small sweets
not even worth a dice

then i lifted my eyes
to look at the agitated crowd
their faces turned dull
unable to withstand their guilt
for pronouncing a death sentence
to a innocent young boy
as they turned to leave
i saw a rhetoric question
"WHAT HAVE WE DONE?"
scribbled in bold letters
on their backs as they hurried away.


————Stephen M. Mutuku————

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21 thoughts on “Roadside Judgement

  1. thanks ijapa and am still meditating about that poem of yours,”SLANDERING.” the message is so strong that i can’t discern it at once…i must say that i will spend some more time on it…i might even consider to use it in a classroom situation next year when i go for my teaching practicum…..

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  2. I love the way you are lifting issues from the society and presenting them in your poetry in a mimetic manner..you amaze me man..keep that splint glowing,.the poems are great..

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