By Anthony Muchoki

There was silence
A mundane silence
That was like death

We came to an end
A bitter end
End of the road

The army there
The killer army
Invisible

Our hands up
We gave up
In bitter cough up

There was no one

Only gunshots
The acrid silence

Bloodied, we lay there
Death not ready
The price for freedom

Sprawled down
Bleeding
In inundation

That swallowed
The army
And left us naked

With our wounds
We lived
To tell the story