The Cry of a Mere Kenyan

The CRY OF A KENYAN. Rihanna talks of The New America American Oxygen It seems same for poor Kenya Our one and only treasure Drowning in the dark Driven by cartels of no concern No care for the next generation. And here's my plead. Am lost within a nation No name no trace No location no possession No government but govern men No freedom but free doom Threats are the new proverbs New slogans taking over, (guilty till proven rich) Corruption a current chess game Leadership now a business gap Leaders being Board Members Cabinet being the shareholders I wonder if we are the debtors No say, since the burden is too big. Am tired, torn, worn and tortured for my silence Enough, if the flowing blood Enough of the illegal lands Enough of the assassinations Coz Kenya is now more less Hollywood. A crew hired to act the movie The happenings seem dreams All like fiction in The Originals. The only fact, that time is passing No longer can we entrust our lives on the government No longer can we express out freely No longer are our cases ruled with justice Cases clog in the courts. No longer can even prayers shaken their utter No longer do they fear the Supreme One But in churches, all different Sited like an innocent infant Faked sorrows while praying All aiming to win our trust Let's standout,Kenyans for Kenya Let's open up eyes, and stop being fooled Let's stop falling on their knees like slaves A fact,they are meant to be our servants But act like we are theirs slaves Some lie to be fighting for us But are after the seat, to grab the cheques Wanting the privileges and Excellency Let's stand for our poor Kenyans Say No to their treachery A New Kenya, me and you. — thinking about Kenya. courtesy of Kagz de falsa as at 10/06/2016