Here is a two verse folk sonnet I wrote sometime back;
Illustration, Maasai warrior, pencil on paper by yours truly;
Dusk at dawn.
Endure O mighty warrior of ancient valor
The wounds are worth the course achieved
Endure before the starry skies loses its splendor
For then shall your wounds and soul be relieved
For then shall the cock crow your hopes awake
For then shall the earliest farmer catch your sight
And those looks of despair brightened before daybreak
They shall commend you for the good fight.
Endure O mighty warrior the dark quiet path
The crickets have gone to sleep hasten your weak strides
The moon shall go to rest far from the sun’s wrath
The hyena might trace the blood trails on lust it rides
Endure for your girls is at home waiting for you
For then she shall wipe your tears, your blood too
The gods are on your side but O fate
Swift destroyer of all living beings
Hasten your strides, hold your breath before its late
Before your soul responds as the underground bell rings
Remove the arrow O it’s barbed, the wound bleeds
Wipe the blood O it flows, the wound is fresh
Every bleeding drops of red on the earth are seeds
That later indemnifies new life from soil to flesh
I can hear the shrill sounding of the morning crow
The sky will soon be clear, the gods done their part
Watching over us at night the stars twinkling low
O mighty warrior your weary body and soul apart
Lies low in your noble blood, the victory sought is won
Rise, enjoy the victory, serene sleep your dusk at dawn.