Injustice

Malice police injustice This is a career choice Not a choice to be a criminal A profession just normal Like any other Tell me if the police have power? Over the residents of own motherland? How will strangers be treated? Tell me if the police trained to have a criminal eye? Cook up cases for innocent passersbys offence Drunk and disorderly Assaulted an officer With no identity A handcuff and a gun pay or inside you stay Such a shameful decay In mY motherland today Suffer youth of today to court nothing you say that is Kenya today That is my motherland My birthplace My right My home Where is it? Who robbed me of my freedom In the Nation I so much tire to build ‘I find you guilty’ yet nothing you did Why the greed Yet I’m human and you too Why are some with the head of a vulture and the body parts of a hyena Why must you be most hungry Then mwananchi must never be angry pray Above that our soil receive a proper laundry For blood has been shed And the soil is rotting Time is clocking Change is knocking. No more arrests for berets No more brutality with impunity No more guns.Just humans Just us.just reason of purpose Reforms and transformations I have swallowed the bitter concoction See no more in this condition I will speak, speak whether weak Maybe it has just been a bad week Maybe there are better ones with hearts without hurt. I stand to be I have got tales Only if you have suffered this fate If you are the master then this is case closed. This Note is saved. I have got tales to tell Of heaven and hell Of a city so sick The blues so thick And the law so weak I’ve got tales to tell*3 Of heaven and hell Heaven will win Repent my sin My whole is clean I have got tales to tell*3 Of heaven and hell I wake up this morning and look up to my Lord Say Lord help me out get what can afford I pray to my Lord Father come on board Sail with your son Yes we can Ive got tales to tell Of heaven and hell