Those I thought are good
Their color is almost fading
They have gone far beyond
Whatsoever my mind be thinking
They have brought my name on board
I hear them sing songs of hatred
How stressful have turned their lives
They can't find joy in games
What is the course of this?
Is it because I'm lacking cash
I have good attire, I guess
I can't fit their class
I will leave soon
Far away I will be traveling
To reach the moon
Maybe my candle be glowing
My Close Friends Are Gone
Francis Omariba
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Ruth Onchiri: Good work .
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