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What I Like

Don’t you know I like things sweet?
Sewage water and pickled feet
Noses that run like Kenyan jocks
And year old milk that’s kept in socks
Don’t you know I like things wild?
Little old ladies with crocodiles
Butterflies and taser guns 
Grizzly bears that have the runs

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Purge Our Consciences

From my lowly bachelor’s house
Proudly christened ‘Embassy Fair’
I woke up to the chirping of birds
On the trees above and across the vale
And the riverine bushes in-between
I woke up to the crowing of cocks
And the mooing of cows
I woke up to the leaping of calves
And the bleating of anxious goats;
To the braying of the donkey
The barking of my brother’s dog
And to the mumbling of the sheep.

There was no time to brood
Or think negative thoughts
Or linger on yesterday’s deeds.
I opened up all my senses
And voluptuously drank of the new day.
As my feet stroked the dew
On my way to the reserve fields
My eyes fathomed Mt. Ithangune
The eastern fortress of Mt. Kenya
Itself a mere one thousand feet higher.
Then we were mountain warriors
And our locale elevated us accordingly 
Leaving no room for flippancy
Even when it was flipping cold.

Times were when our men grazed there
On the slopes of Kirima kia Ng’ombe
Times were when Omo elders made rain there
Little did we know then (as now?)
That the God of Rain had slumbered
And demanded pure white fattened rams
Delivered by pure white-haired men
Whose penance upon the mountain
Would atone the sins of the Meru clans
And make our mountain God weep
And let his tears soften our rich soils
To ward off barrenness once more
And banish famine from our midst;
And as our fast-flowing rivers swelled
So, too, our cattle and our granaries.

For although our God lived at the apex
Yet he allowed us to get this close
And so to commune with him
Without touching his garment
Craftily spread over the three peaks.
Krapf and Rebmann never knew this
They were mere trekkers, mere explorers
Of a continent pregnant with mystery
That their kinsmen sought to make a home,
A distant home away from home.

Was the first man to see Mt Kenya
To which I responded, ‘Really? Aren’t you kidding?’
So what kind of men were the mountain warriors-
Blind men? The Meru, the Kikuyu, the Embu,
The Wakamba, the Masai, the Samburu, the Borana-
Were they all blind men then? Stone blind-
All those Africans that had known it before Krapf?

Desecration followed desecration
As alien men sought to climb Mt Kenya
And alien men sought to expropriate
Not just a field but all our land.
From a handful of missionaries and clerks
To shiploads of coolies and soldiers
To throngs of settlers and administrators
To segregation, imposition and subjugation
Till the people- wary, weary and desperate
Rose from the caves, valleys and forests
From every blessed nook and cranny
Chanting MAU, MAU, MAU, MAU
(Mwingereza Aende Ulaya
Mwafrica Apate Uhuru- 
White Man Return to Europe
African man Attain Independence!)

Though a youngster and much afraid
I sang that, too, in my youthful heart
Forbidden, I still sang it, in my heart
For I had seen the sword on my mum’s throat
As they sought to extract a confession
I had seen the village burn down
And I had seen the limp body of a fighter
Paraded through the village paths
But that was over half a century ago
And although I had seen the aftermath
Of Kaya Bombo and Kaya Tiwi in Kwale
On my way here (but thought it a dream)
And the agony of the 1998 Al Qaeda attacks
I had not seen much else; nor will I ever see
The likes of Eldoret, Nakuru, or Naivasha
After the 2007 election- I ardently pray not
For this is not the white man in Africa
That we are up against, surely not here
Not this long after regaining our independence
No! Not here in my beloved, bounteous Kenya.

It is commercial and political greed
A vicious, ugly cross-breed beast perhaps
That is all there is, that is all there can be
And these we must banish from our hearts
For who can bear to see Kenyan blood
Flowing down River Tana or Athi or Nzoia
Or swelling the banks of Lake Victoria, Nakuru or Turkana?
Who can plead such a case before God
And come away with his soul intact?
Have the Kenyan people not chosen
Through a brand new constitution
Their route to freedom, justice and progress?
Have they not decreed their own destiny?
Let me hear it from you and you and you
Whose hand or sword or bullet or arrow
Was stained by the blood of woman, man or child
Let me hear it from you who schemed or aided
And you who lent your tongue or thought
Or simply sought refuge in silence and waited
For something, anything to happen to ‘them.’
Let me hear you say, ‘Enough, enough!
Purge our consciences O Mighty One!’

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A cracked ground

	By Ombuge Moses

You sleep on a crack ground
Empty is the stomach
Hot is the sun
Nothing to quench the crack
The thirst is killing
Cracked is my throat
Helplessly you lay
You sleep on a crack ground

Your cry is echoing
My ears cannot stop
My tears cool my cheeks
My face is running dry
You sleep in a crack ground
Forever never to see you again
Mama has followed you
Death has come

It’s so helpless
Who to run to
They promised food
They brought food
They promised water
They brought water
We need food
We need water
We are dying of hunger, of thirst
Who will take care of me the orphan?
Will I die before the next food come?
Will I die before the next water come?
Will I die like Baba?
Will I lay helpless to death like Mama?
Heavenly GOD
Your mercy
I cry indeed
In need
Not In want

When they saw us dying
They brought canned food
When they saw us dying
They brought bottled water
This is a customary issue, problem
Death of hunger
Thirst to death
The solution is death, for me
For you, solution- canned food, bottled water
We need a source
Give us a water source
To plant the seed
To eat from our labor
Weeding, Oh! How is it done?
Irrigating the plant
Nurturing the crop
To live to see a generation
A healthy life
An ordinary way to live
To this

You sleep on a cracked ground
You sleep in a cracked ground
Dead, you are gone
I your son,
Tonight, I sleep on a cracked ground
If I see tomorrow, I will bury you Mama
I will water your grave Baba
If they give me a water source
Bottled one, I will quench
The thirst that killed you Mama
Use the source to irrigate
Plant a seed, to grow food
A generation
A future
A healthy mind
Never to sleep
A cracked ground
God, to guide
A Kenyan, for a generation

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STORM COMING African tribal violence

Storm coming, madam
Me-- I’m going up country-- 
Lay low and stay sweet*

*stay sweet--stay alive

Victoria Anderson-Throop
Nairobi, Kenya
November 26, 2012

Note: Political unrest near Nairobi, Kenya due to election strategies. Polish nun told me that she was warned by a local moonshine runner to hide. Too late. She was pistol whipped by local police who wanted more protection money. Didn’t get the money (it was a free clinic, so nurses had no money) Police beat the nurse/nuns and absconded with the very rare and precious AIDS meds to sell to the hospitals.Free AIDS clinic was forced to close.(Kenyan government does not have free health care for the poor)   Nuns are recovering then being transferred to other clinics. Three went back to Europe forced into early medical retirement due to permanent injuries sustained by police and/looters. The care program(education and/or placement) for the children whose parents were AIDS patients is gone. Children have taken to the streets in desperation.  Count your blessings.

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A Clowder Of Cats And A Murder Of Crows

For those avid crossword groupies of which I are one,
I'm offering free of charge vital data to add to your fun.

So you're stuck on 15-down for the name of a barren of mules!
Groups of creatures you can now name if you use this set of rules!

A group of apes is a shrewdness and a gang of asses is a pace.
Tigers are a streak and you'd better streak should they give chase!

Can you believe that skittish plovers are called a congregation?
(I wonder, perhaps Baptist, Lutheran, Catholic or other denomination?)

You might see a cackle of hyenas or a tower of giraffes at zoos,
Or if on a Kenyan safari a bloat of hippos or a fleet herd of gnus.

The name for a prickle of porcupines is an appropriate moniker for sure!
A sleek bunch of ferrets is called a business, and, why, I'm unsure.

Pesky squirrels are called a scurry and a warren is for rabbits.
(There are many warrens of rabbits due to their promiscuous habits!)

Badgers are grouped as a cete and leopards are known as a leap;
Moles are known as a labor and a herd or drove identifies sheep.

Parliaments of owls meet in trees and eagles in convocations.
Jellyfish waft about in smacks and peacocks strut in ostentations!

Screeching cormorants are a gulp which sounds mighty weird.
Steer clear of a crash of rhinos since they are to be feared!

Charming finches are called a charm and larks an exaltation,
Turkeys a rafter, frogs an army and starlings a murmuration.

Locusts are known as a plague and cockroaches an intrusion.
An unkindness of ravens and their raucous caws just causes confusion!

Groups of humans are known as Republicans, Democrats or Nazarenes,
Jerks and morons but this barely includes all human species by any means!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved

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We are kenyan superstars,
That is what we are,
Kenya our mother land and pride,
Shines so bright that it cannot fade,
Today we hear,`Kenyan athletes bring home,
Bronze,Silver and Gold,'
Tomorrow,``The Kenya Rugby 7's defeat New zealand again.''

The Maasai culture came up with the Akala sandals,
Which are made out of rubber,
The  luhya introduced  Bull fighting,
The Kalenjin made `mursik' or fermented milk,
And to name but a few communities,
With their diverse cultures.
I believe that kenyans were born great,
To grow up and achieve greatness. 

To become one of the most formidable
Intellects of our time,
Just like the late Mzee Jomo Kenyatta,Dedan Kimathi,
Tom Mboya,Kijana Wamalwa to name but a few,
To change people's reasoning   conclusively,
And make them see reality and not building castle's in the air.

Kenyans were born  great,
Because greatness was thrust upon them,
To change Africa's impoverished state,
And make it a better place,
For you and for me and the entire human race, 
To raise heroes and heroines,
To conquer social evils in the society.

If  we  were born great,
Let us believe in ourselves,
Be contented with whatever we do in our lives,
Let us love one another, live in unity and work
together as a nation,
Let the past be a stepping stone for us to succeed in future,
And leave the rest, to the Almighty God.

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A healthy Kenyan Ego Poem

A huge ego breaks off love’s embrace,
A tiny ego slips off love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!

A selfless ego suffocates from love’s embrace,
A selfish ego wards off love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!

A super-visual ego overshadows love’s embrace,
A deep-seated ego is colonized by love’s embrace,
No ego, no embrace of love!

A healthy ego humbly looks above,
A healthy ego can lead and also serve...

Its nerves know not pressured blood,
But developing it is almost hard!

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Open Letter to you,

I hate my speech today, yesterday and the day dust rises.
I was there opening my eyes carelessly, smiling like an idiot
I was gazing shamelessly, walking like an idler without course
Little did I notice my vehicle lose direction; little did I notice my head bleeding
I was just there; the settled dust rising, tables turning, grenades and bullets are now apples
Little did I know the power in my lovely hate speech. 

What pride did we get after slaughtering fellow Kenyans like goats,
What are the stuttering rifles rattling about, are humans turning game,
What are the grenades doing in civilian pockets, are they keys
Why are the churches burning, you cannot tell me tis the holy ghost fire,
What has that neighbour done, why is that policeman lying there,
Why is no body answering me, am I alone, or are you wondering too
Should I assess the power in my lovely hate speech, am concerned.

My love speech I hate you, my hate speech I love you
Both speeches are one, are the same, of same taste, I hate my passion for you
I love my fellow politician, i love his dirge during my friend’s burial
You bleeding mammoth my friend, I like your corrupt tummy
You scavenger of your own carcass, I like your greed for power
You megalomaniac virus of a beloved country, we love you, let us be
Little do we know death will let you release us, How uncertain are we of you.

My eyes are full of your ocean, the palace you exhume immorality
My ears are preoccupied with your desert, the desert devoid of trust, and the just
My nostrils have your pungent infamy, your callous greed, your everything
My mind can’t decipher the thought of your sanity, your policies and you
You make me lose taste, you make me look like you, you make me you
I am youthful to the economy, i am youthful to the wise, am not youthful to your “youth”
Little do i know death will let you release me, How uncertain am i of you.

Am talking about you, what have i said about me? What?
I hope I know the promise in my Kenyan Anthem
I hope I have a plan of getting rid of the chaff, the you
I hope am not you, i hope you don’t like seeing me wise
I hope your son is listening, the son that wants my very own daughter
I hope am the government, the government of me, for me and by me
I hope i know peace, the peace am preaching, the peace you hate. I hope.

Yours Kenyan,
Mzee Emmanuel Mwau.

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My Beautiful Kenya

A nonchalant summers breeze seeps silent through a window 
Left ajar 
Carries soft memories scent of 
Warm kenyan musk air 
Which rests in a deep dark corner 
Faint distant scratching of 
Grasshoppers seranading 
The cumbersome
Boa-bob tree 
Which wavers gently 
At the now noir sea...
As the tiny cream crabs rest their 
Oh so suspicious eyes 
Whilst there's still no peace for the wicked
Damn mosquitos
In my mind to the heavens door 
Tiwi beach 
Once stroked its soothing sand 
Through my course 
Comforted feet 
And I know this place 
Tis beautiful
My very just delight
By the Indian Ocean on a balcony
In the dead of the night x

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I'm Just A Brother

I am Willy, and I am a brother of all,
With Love for all and malice to none;
The high and low, who rise or fall.
I'm just a brother, and I am done.

Be a white, or were born black,
(And I am a native of that dark hue)
I believe we all can think and work,
With many a like and differences few. 

You are Muslim and I am Christian,
Between our beings stands no fence;
We together can live in peace and earn,
For I am a brother now, and hence and hence.

I am Kenyan born, I am Kenyan man,
And wish to tour abroad some day;
For I am a brother of all, and too a fan,
Borders across and oceans away.

North and South, East and west,
I am a brother of all, wheresoever under sun;
And the world is home my best,
A planet that stands as one.

So I will work with seekers of peace,
Who humanity's cause of dignity further;
And by rule bring the bad to justice,
Because I'm just a brother.

Like I am to you may you be so to me,
By common-sense we live, by no faiths silly,
Understand our being and yearn to be free,
For brothers we are; and again, I am Willy.

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I remember meeting you many years ago
That warm Sunday afternoon 
I remember the love I got from you, your mum, your dad and your sister 
Like an avalanche you guys embraced me with greater love I couldn't have imagined 
I was young student from Kenya new in a world and culture that I couldn't have known how to deal with if it wasn't for people like you
That aurora of love have seen me this far

I remember coming to your soccer games
You were so good
Girl, you made your parents so proud
Your dad was the luckiest of all the dads, because he also was the coach
Like an avalanche, your physical ability and stability won you many games

Then many years later there was separation and divorce, and boom! Things changed from there
But even with the aurora of pain hanging around, you, your mum and your sister still got time to give me the best 21st birthday ever
And from that day, I've been hooked to cheesecake

Then after that we dint hang out as much
I got busy with school
Your mum had to get couple jobs 
Once in awhile me and your mum had dinner 
And did some catching up

She told me about you
Sad news to my ears
The people you hang out with it
The trouble you were getting into

Coming to visit you in jail is one of the hardest things I've ever done
I was so embarassed and scared
I dint know how to approach you in that kind of meeting
You were happy to see me
"Susan, I've made some bad decisions in my life" you said to me
You talked about changing your life; no more guns, no more drugs, no more bad company 
You were so confident 
You weren't scared, I was scared
You had that street aura that nobody can mess with you
You proudly showed your many tattoos that covered you all over
You showed me your muscles too

Your mum says, you are the son your dad never had

The most touching moment for me was when you sang me that Swahili song, the song you guys sang for me the first time we met
I couldn't control my tears coz I remember you as this quite hardworking girl that loved soccer so much
You reminded me of the dinner I had at my place, where I entertained you all with some kenyan cuisine and music
Your grandparents were there too, I respect them so much for their missionary work in Kenya and Zaire

Girl, I love you
I pray for you 
I pray that you may have better years to come
I pray that positive aurora of life will lead you through
I pray that no matter what avalanche befalls on
You; whether positive or negative 
You will have the tools to deal with it

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Masai Boyfriend

Masai Boyfriend

I’m in love with a Masai Boy
  Tall sable-skinned giant.
In hand, a stick his joy
  Smile; true lips of a saint! 

Wealth: bull, cow and calf
  Safe from creatures feline
Identity, not Masai by half
  But, nomad of a royal line.

Sceptre; his wooden sticks
  Royal Cloth, the red robes...
Savouring gore with licks
  Logs stuck in his earlobes.

“Stands with imposing height 
  “Scanning the Masai Mara
“On a leg of striking might!”
  So writes his lover Clara.   

“High Jumper of renown,”
  Again, she sent the tweets,
“Sound sleep have I known
  “He jumps inside sheets!”

**With Love & Respect for the exemplary fortitude of Kenyan Cultures, whose “imposing height” (evocative of the Masai) is a pride of Human sanctity.

**The Poem is a reflection of, sometimes, a cross-culture and cross-racial marriages that, despite diversity in norms, may bestow a fantastic experience and everlasting bliss.

**With happy memories of my Friend, Gerald Kithinji, a Patriotic Poet of Kenya (his beautiful Homeland.)


02nd Nov’ 2013

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My Three Kenyan Friends

My Three Kenyan Friends
I met them this weekend at a friend’s house in Indianapolis
The sweetest siblings you would ever want to meet
Blessed by the presence of the Lord Jesus Christ
In their smiles was the love of my Savior
Three wonderful smiles
Three wonderful hearts
Friendship established for evermore
My three Kenyan friends
We are now all brothers and sisters
All dining on the caviar of our King!

Gwendolen Rix

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The Downtrodden Speak

I am baffled, stunned, dumbfounded 
Completely nonplussed by the persistence 
Of the international criminal court
In harassing the popularly elected Kenyan
President and his popularly elected deputy  
As rogue entities terrorize Eastern Europe
The Arab World and my beloved Africa
All around us people are being beheaded
Or otherwise massacred on a whim
Innocent people who would, if free, 
Choose to live and let live in peace
Rather than engage in perpetual
Callous, wanton and unprovoked 
Slaughter of those they despise.

Aljazeera, BBC and CNN daily broadcast
The atrocities committed by the Islamic state
The beheadings are posted on the internet
And broadcast on radio, tv and newspapers
And while the moguls make their millions
In the dissemination of the villainy 
The United Nations looks on puzzled
Or perplexed, mystified or even dazed
By the enormity or complexity of it all
Leaving me to wonder whether 
This world body is not being manipulated
For the ends of a few powerful members
Who believe their fortunes would flourish 
With the weakening of these regions! 

If you can hear me, Ban Ki Moon
Hearken, the downtrodden moan!

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O Jollywood Arise

As they bask in the glory of Hollywood
Those in India will speak of Bollywood
And oftentimes remember Tollywood
Which must have preceded Bollywood
And even Nigeria’s own Nollywood
Which precedes our own Jollywood
O Kenyan cinema arise!
O Jollywood arise!

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Bit and bit together become whole,
And coin and coin fills the treasure.
Right and wrong never agree;
And little and little satisfies the measure!
Careless mischief is a dangerous thing.
Kenyans do cheerfully sing!

Here is advice for Barack Hussein Obama,
Unbeatable true son of the soil.
Sure and unbending must be your strategy;
See clearly there no chances to spoil!
Earnest and apt must be your plans,
Indefatigable must be your  spirit:
Never lacking zeal, and dreaming deeds full of merit! 

Our prayers we do say day and night,
By our firesides were rant our supplications,
And plead that you take courage in this fight.
May yours be a full and overflowing cup,
And may the Kenyan flag be always up!

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Top 100 Poets - All-Time Most Popular

Do i have to first change my name to Poet Destroyer to top the list, Or add my all three names like Carol Sunshine Brown to come second? Is it wearing sun glasses like Andrea Dietrich In my profile picture that mandates me, Or welcoming Soup freshers like SKAT-LOVE does To be in the top four? What does it really take? Is it all about the P enclosed in the yellow star Like the top threee? Really? What about suZ-D who is number 98 with that gold P, Did she not harmonize her name like Charmaine Chircop who is on 20 What does it really take? Should i say its all about being a lady To be in the top nine? Or else its because in poetry men come number ten? If so Thanks to Vince Suzadail Jr. who made it there And our own hero Becca Lucas who sealed the 100 Does it really take that? Should i say its all about the profile picture? Then i would have an answer for sharon weimer who came on number 11 Would Carolyn Devonshire say i am right on that? I dont think so not our number five Then what is it all about? Should i say its all about the US flag? If so then thats why Linda-Marie SweetHeart came on number 6 But what about Robert A. Dufresne who is below Vicky Tsiluma a Kenyan? On that One has P and the other lacks a photo I got it the former has no photo So am i right then? That to be on this list you must not be from Africa? No at last i disagree with my view Because Wilma Neels is on number 38 And…99 Adeleke Adeite At least that's kind of fair To Africa So do i have the answer i wanted? No. Nott until i went back to my poems And made a great discovery These are the same people Who put ink on my poems These are the people i read their poems And i curse my mother for feeding me With pumpkins These are the poets we all treasure The famous 100 who deserve to be on the wall of fame Even now i guess they are the people That will drop comments on This As others read, get bored and walk a way cursing my master piece Not caring about Killing my dreams of becoming 101 I think that's why my all links have that number 101 love poems from Rodgers Roger Yet i posted an elegy These are the book worms That know punctuation better And can determine a right type of their poem These are the ones who never post stuff like ,./;'' am trying ';./=/

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In a herd

That’s where my soul will free
The rhythm of my feet's ancestry
My chest heaves, filled with air
Charging, galloping in tune we dare

Dolphins swimming seas of vast grassland
Playing in marked, territorial coastland
Moving in sync on a hunt to spear
Side by side, we kill with no fear

In a league of our own atop Kilimanjaro
A zebra of warriors chasing tomorrow
I look at them and I feel welcome
We stride and pound the ground home

I lose my breath, they are my oxygen tank
Run for days and nights safe from attack
Move into the long stretch of a dark canyon
I never tier because with them I’m a Kenyan

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( This is the first among the 100 poems dedicated to Barack Obama in his endeavor to retain the most powerful office on earth!)

Africa has had a four-year dance
Upon the pedestal of fame;
That little boy with a funny name,
Barack Hussein Obama the darling of chance
Has brought glory to a derided soil.

Had I a say in the heavenly councils;
A voice among the celestial consuls,
I would turn and twist both fortune and fate
And give that blessed tongue a landside triumph in every state!

Were I the omnipotent son of God
Dwelling in that magnificent city of gold,
I would open every American eye,
So that it may see with a sigh
The gift bestowed upon that fruit of a Kenyan loin;
And in his genuine cause I would all and sundry join!

Were I the merciful Ruler of the Universe,
I would with all minds converse;
I would both convince and enthuse
Upon all mortals the luck they refuse!

But since I'm a powerless being known by none,
Mine shall remain a wish at best;
That the will of heavens may be done,
Praying with a pleading tongue before the Mercy Seat!

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Excavation Haiku

Kenyan desert lull
Measuring tape and tiny picks
Sand reveals nothing

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A Nightmare

I awoke from a dream I had been dreaming  
With sweat that was popping from my head 
I knew I had to shake it off 
So I got up out of bed  
I found a bottle of bourbon 
Three gulps, then I wiped my lips 
And had to sit the bottle down 
Before it fell from my fingertips 
The nightmare I had been dreaming 
Seemed so real and so refined 
That I knew I had to see one of those shrinks 
To tell the nightmare that’s still in my mind 
I found the shrewdest shrink in the city 
And dished out all that cash 
He took it and opened up his safe 
And put that thousand with his other stash 
So what did you dream of my dear fellow 
Don’t worry, it all stays here 
Like that commercial about Las Vegas 
Tell it all and have no fear 
Well I told him what I dreamed last evening 
And his eyes almost left their sockets 
He had a strange look on his face 
As he retrieved a hanky from his pocket 
He says you dreamed you ran this country? 
And took over from that Kenyan on the throne? 
And people adored and loved you? 
And your nationality is still unknown? 
Well I say to you in earnest dear fellow 
If none asks, I wouldn’t really tell 
But the meaning of that dream you had 
Reminds me of those visits people have from hell 
You took over for that Kenyan 
And kept all his cabinet in place 
And your family now disowns you 
And your name is synonymous with disgrace 
I’d say it means you are a liberal 
Because you never changed anything at all 
So if you don’t mind, could you wait right here 
I have the solution out in the hall 
He came back in with a shotgun 
And loaded it right there for me 
Then said that this was a solution to my problem 
And he promised it would set me free 
They buried me in the family cemetery 
And said some kind words on my behalf 
The chiseler came by later 
And chiseled Progressive Liberal as my epitaph    

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Sorry, Yesterday was a Bore

Sorry, yesterday was a bore
That wasn’t me on a roll
It was the other me – John Winston – who wrote it all
But now I feel convinced I’m back
‘Wise-the-Prins-Wins’ in white and black
So please just sit back
And wait for more than just another rap
From this Kenyan dude on this part of the map

So what if there I sat
Butt flat on the dirt
Near the boulevard of broken dreams
Bleeding within from the wounds inflicted unto me 
...while in pursuit of impossible dreams
Still I insist there is nothing impossible to me
I gotta heal quick and get back to the ring of dreams
I gotta fight for what I believe in with all that’s invested in me
Defeat is a word unacceptable to me

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What A Lovely River Smile

Have you ever
Seen a hippopotamus
Running in cadence,
Alongside an
African, Kenyan man
Oh, what a lovely  
River smile