In the grave of the brave
Our feet are crunching, crushing bones,
Releasing the remnants, of the spirits they hold.
As we move forward, the future calls, but the past before us echoes stories foretold.
Our arms are digging, unearthing gold,
Revealing the penance, our forefathers bore.
As we push on into ways unpaved, the light before us foresees stories untold.
Our minds are whirling, discarding mold,
Reproducing the essence, of our ideas on hold.
As we forge on, trying to be brave, we mustn’t forget that in the past we were bold.
When we look back to where we are, I hope we realize that we were where we are.
In The Grave of The Brave is the winner of the 2021 African Writers Award for Poetry
Read the winning entry for Creative Non-Fiction
Click to see the full list of the winners
Beautiful!! Well done Clara!
Very well written with powerful imagery. Thank you!
What a moving piece Clara!
Hi, How can I reach out to clara
Hi! Feel free to reach me on my email kariuki.wanjirac@gmail.com
Wow…short but straight to the point.