Letter To Kenyan Voter

I quit I throw my hands down and sit, sometimes they called for reconciliation without justice They called for justice without truth Now they ask for prayer without confession, umpteenth, it chafes Has dishonesty made you inadequate to let go the desecration infringement negligence graft shame of these violations which bake violence? Yet another fifth year our memo calls us to speak See how they dance under a canopy of placards and a forest of words, a crescendo of noise, call for peace without unity hunger hugs not a belching belly wretchedness forever at enmity with riches Fellow man, the weight been long and heavy Le band's gang led they have a dance, You got a date, a dicot conscience, chagrin It's about time you made love to your country! Take a big deep cast your ballot for broken toe nails parched throats unattended sick the illiterate the young dead wrinkled bellies and running stomachs Bow not unto any creed, tongue, but go forth eyes closed and spit into the storm Puaaah!