TEARS FROM KENYA

Written by: GABRIEL LOLA


From Kenya came Kenyatta the great

One of Africa's greatest of all time

a land rich in nobility and heroism

yet greatly disliked by nature!

Situated in the scorching sun of Africa

and rarely visited by annual showers.

Four years on, nature has withheld its dews!

Not a day of rainfall to quench our thirst

and nature's fury. Kenya, a Somali ally

and sister in suffering is in pains and

needs healing and relief.

The echoes of your children lingers

and rent the earth. Their tears

sears my conscience, nay the

conscience of the world. They

cried and wept until

their straight failed them.

The cry of hunger, thirst and

hopelessness.

our neighbors, stingy as rain,

pity us not! Oh, wickedness!

For four years, the

blessing of rainfall cast away

by non-humans.

Our cattle daily die of starvation

the tillers of the ground lament

vehemently because of nature's

hostility.

Our frail skeleton buried six feet under

in humiliation.

keep us safe

from further decline and send

us rain in due season.

I weep hard to watch lovely

Kenya decline in value and substance

and to see her children tears

drop on my conscience.