Round Of Streets, Kenya

Kenya weeps,

Kenya mourns,

The unseen change,

Life decays, festers,

Under the reign of His Excellency.

Smoke shadows the cities,

Nairobi, a square,

Where people gather,

Their tears flowing,

Before His highness.

Young men and women,

Trudge through cold and dust,

Weary, with ribs protruding,

View a city in perpetual suffering.

But tear gas clouds,

Become their sole reply.

Some meet eternal silence,

Butchered by inhumans,

Clad in blue uniforms,

Dotted like the cheetah's spots.

Children tremble in fear,

Counting hurried steps,

Tallying the countless tears,

Of anguished, hungry mothers and fathers,

Who tirelessly traverse Nairobi's corners,

Confronts tear gas and braves thorny streets,

In search of a brighter tomorrow,

Beyond today's despair.

Standards of life raised,

Taxes included in greetings, 

We endure it all.

Men and women sacrifice,

Day and night pleading with you,

For relief from burdensome taxes.

Lack of healthcare,

Expectant mothers dying,

Within hospitals' walls,

Without medicine to save them.

Fuels and commodities,

Rising with each passing morn and eve.

What a senseless ordeal,

In this nation we call home!