Kenya A Hotbed Of Awes
Hahaha! Hahaha!
Do not get me wrong!
As they crave for the savoury outdoor success,
As they are mounted and motivated to hoist the flag of their motherland high,
They spread the indomitable terror to others,
They shake the mighty powerhouse,
That shows you that they are team Kenya,
Under the unification of their national anthem,
A hotbed of untamed talent,
A cradle of humankind,
The genesis of absolute history making,
It is the team Kenya, proud team Kenya.
See how records wobbles when it hears Kenya?
Witness how silverware, tries to shun away,
When they feel the long gaits spreading on tracks,
And mighty prowess shooting the spear, of goal orienting success,
Proud the team Kenya,
Open your eyes to see the seismic smiles,
To salute the flag Kenya on podium,
As the country joins the team to anthem the supremacy baked by her progenies,
You might awe it or not,
But she send her progeny to spread the terror,
Indeed Kenya is a hotbed of terror,
Am proud Kenyan, proud team Kenya
Orienting
A time of pain
Lost in your mind
Playing games
The will of hers
Is strong like his
Soothing like furs
The weakest wills
Without domination
Or scepters gaze
No one will beat sin
Or get past this phase
The few have seen it
The few do know
Majority fails
While shadows glow
Walking the path
Is older now
Then gliding through it
Past Satan’s bow
No one can tell you
What lies past the way
So take back the two
And conquer those who stay
Though few have seen it
Not many do know
That when majority fails
Our shadows will glow
Pick up the ashes
Retrieve lost tears
Stand up beside us
Let go of your fears
No more wandering
Alone in ourselves
Take back what was once yours
From a life you once dwelled
Has the age of individualism
So brandished, exaggerated, and barren
Run around of all purpose to cherish?
From all separatist stupidity
And bereft stitches of wild cruelty
Have we lost ourselves in blight?
The pursuit of wealth and mobility
Endless highways catching manic flight
The turbulence of ball blasted might
All the while dangling in the fire of the sun
Forgetting the soil the couches each lung
And each being carried by all others
It must be fundamental
orienting perspective in the light of hours
The bond of community nourishing all flowers