Best Kenyan Poems
In this land we had a President teacher
So was our nice neighbour next door
A fertile ground to hold holy such a duty
An easy guess : respect was far more important
Than what we thought of compensation for labour
That renders throats dry sniffing chalk dust
Only moon will tell when will settle the chalk dust
A sunset ago, a gavel gave hope to a teacher
After a century of glittering tearful labour
Now hope of a sincere deal beckoning at the door
No doubt heavier pocket will make light his duty
Money sweetens always what is already important
In every corner of the land you find among the important
A teacher who rides to the market on a bicycle full of dust
Because he has a family to cater for besides his duty
There is no story more familiar in Kenya than a teacher’s
He accepted to teach in a classroom without a door
And to inspire under such sick conditions of labour
The teacher has earned respect through honest labour
So we must put him up there among the important
Grateful we are to defender who opened him a door
To enjoy the fruits and economy of perfumed chalkdust
To walk an inch higher and remind all: “I am a teacher”
A demonstration of honour to an age old duty
We have finally woken up to our reality of duty
To those who polish our brains through hard labour
The doctor up the street and senator have been to a teacher
The syringe makes a doctor, the chalk makes a teacher important
I hope the doctor will know it is the stress and curse of chalk dust
When a tired smart man consults him behind a closed door
Hope is high up the sky, admin keeping a policy of open door
Who are we not to encourage him in this line of duty?
With further engagements we will settle the dust
And render hopeful around country the classroom labour
We will bring to town a statue in memory of a teacher
For all sectors to know he who holds the bottom is important
Hope the momentum will not blow on our faces some other dust
And cut short the celebrations with humiliation for our teacher
What this land has achieved in this regard is far too important
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
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Name: Teddy Kimathi
Country: Kenya
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!
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
8-18-14
The books are open
to us who fatten
mice into pigs
even tho' u limp, brethren
crawl to the ward
take seat in the arena
shortly,
curtains will part
To you : Be brutal!
Be Not Afraid
When God Says so
everything is permitted
The genocide on screens
was sanctioned from heaven
800 acres 800 graves
In the name of God
Their Journey was hastened
The heavens were opened
"I saw visions of God."
Ezekiel was preaching
Be not Afraid
The Government has faith
The chief was ordained
His cup was brimming
A man Of God
His blessings revealing
Death permits signed
The Heaven Resort was booming
The word of the Lord came to Ezekiel
There the hand of the Lord was dirty
The Gospel of McKenzie
Be not Afraid
The Politicians are cracking
The politics politicking
And Justice is coming
The God Of Israel fighting for Kenya
The God of Kenyans sacrificed for favour
The house of God is a Morgue
DP said it is something small
800 Dead, It's no big deal
The dead are home
Each one went straight ahead
Wherever The spirit Goes They Go
McKenzie was Mediating
Be not Afraid
Shakahola will repeat
When the systems are broken
The saviours are needed
When St Peter is corrupted
The devils do sneak In
When your God is Imported
Prosperity is Gospel
And those desperate in need
Forget even Christ Lost faith
When the creatures moved
To the appearance of the likeness
But is easier to forget
Than pay the price of reality
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!
Put your finger down
If you believed
That Maandamano (Protests) would change the country
Put your finger down
If you were caught in the feeling
That the revolution has been televised
Put your finger down
If you believed
His excellency was shaken to humanity
Put your finger down
If you believed that the death of the bill
Was the death of the business of deals
Put your finger down
If you thought the heroes
Shot in the demonstration
Would be matyrs of a new nation
Put your finger down
If you thought the spectacle of the king
To the anger of the peasants
Was a victory to the masses
Put a finger down
If you don't know where to fight anymore
Because you were given the carrot in words
And a stick in action
Watching the same bourgeois class
Conversant in the language of the system
Back to steer ing the system to their pockets
Put your finger down
If you think parliament should be dissolved
the president should step down
Put your finger down
If you think we need better leaders,
And with the remaining finger
If you are pointing at a better leader,
You don't get it
It is the system that rewards
Those who understand
How your country works
Those fluent in the language of success
Fluent in bull***ing the masses
And leaves on the way side the rest of us
The masses lying in the blood of country men
Who died for a week of hope and excitement?
Maybe we should have put our feet down
And demanded different incentives for leadership
Less salaries
More service
Less power
More community
Less brains
More heart
Less legacy
More change
Less economy
More society
as we are
The country is a hydra
The same head always grows back
The day after the revolution
Everything is normal
I am glad I went to hell
Glad to have met death
Looked at his face, hugged him
Fell to my knees, kissed his feet
Asked If I could stay and live with him
Not today
he whispered
Not today you are just a visitor
But death look
Look
I have been to hell before
So many times if I give it a thought
So much in fact
That every time things are fine
I think that things are great
I just want to stay
What do you say
Death kissed me on my cheek
Licked my face
His breath. Smelled like ashes and death
His breath was romantic in that way
Not yet my friend
You need to see heaven
He said
So that I can finally snatch it from you
I am not really content
To see you here gladly.
Here I am
At night glad I went to hell
Because now I am certain
I am certain to see heaven
In my City
When they say they will kill you
It's prudent to do
Believe them and keep the distance
Because They really mean it
And I am from my city
But I got heart, tears, and poetry
So you best believe me
When I say I will shoot you I will
I have to do it
But At least I will cry later
And say no one needs to die like this
And the government should do something on the streets
All the wasted youth are looking at you
all the children of my city
Are being planted like seeds
In a desert with no oasis
So in my city
It's best to listen
When they say they will kill you
Keep your distance and your faith.
I feel bad we never met
You missed out on something amazing
I was God's grace, I was boundless
I never saw it coming in the end
Only feeling me in fleeting moments
The greatest version already left
I really have been fading
Day in, day in for a decade
I am sorry for being what is remaining
I will try my best to at least be entertaining
At most on a good day
Be your lover and friend
Your Brother to the end
Your son who never left
The person you wish you met
Even if I have lost a few steps
I hope you find me as I intend