I am a teenager of seventeen years old.My dream is to make sure i contribute something to the world literature.My home country is Kenya and i am a son of a single mother.
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.