A Cry For Joy And Freedom

Joy flies and flutters away daily

Like cumulus clouds in pursuit

Of a mountain, yet rain fails to descend

As anticipated, leaving us bereft.

Our joy withers like a flower

Planted upon unyielding rock

Its tender shoots fail to sprout

For want of necessary sustenance.

My country is engulfed in smoke

As His Excellency, heedless

To the cries of his afflicted people,

Refuses to offer solace or relief.

Schools lie dormant, their gates closed

Fearful of the students' massacre

Teachers flee for their safety

Friendliness abandoned, replaced by fear

Their profession no longer noble

As the cost of living soars above them

They are compelled to walk barefoot

Among the common Mwananchi

In the fight against rising expenses.

Officers find no respite or rest

They remain vigilant day and night

Carrying out the orders of His Excellency

Trampling upon innocent citizens

Who dare to defend their rights.

Doctors toil ceaselessly, endlessly

Operating on bodies riddled with bullets

Fired by men adorned in cheetah attire

Oh, the agony of this relentless generation.

Daughters and sisters of liberty

Exercise utmost caution, I implore

For this battle is ours to fight

But my friends, take heed

Avoid the frontlines of conflict

Lest you never fight again.