The Armour Bearer
BeckyTP formally known as Rebecca Moraa is a student at Moi University Main Campus Kenya. My passion in poetry grew in primary school.
From the mountain peaks I praise you
Oh! Son of the soil, my hero...
Endless are the songs I've composed
Just in praise and glory of you
The clan's armour bearer.
To the rising sun I've sent my prayers
Coz that's what our clan believes in;
Beside my eating table I've poured libations
Just in favour of you, that your ancestors
Be merciful to you when it's tough.
Dear son, it won't be easy
But I will guide you all the way
I'll give up everything for your success
Because our armour bearers don't fail
They fight harder; and if they fall-
The stand back up and start over again.
This is the start of a new journey
One that all of us have been waiting for
The only place envied by the sons around
It's your turn son, be the man I raised
Make it worth all my praise songs.
Dive, run, jump, ride and fight hard enough
Let no one tell you it's worthless
I've trained you long enough for this
Your time has come to deliver
Show them its worth a try
Yes son; it's the start;
Your START
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