Poets Pen

Dear Mr. President

We are one of this country’s residents

Not foreigners but by birth and we have evidence

Deeply concerned about the current incidents

 As patriots we have been put in the darkness

Hoping only for the light incidence

Hunger looms

MP's are like loons

All dressed like grooms

In the dark without moon

Angels turn to goons

For change there is room

Grand coalition

A name mistaken for grand collusion

Formed by grand collision

In the name of grand visions

You think we don’t know your missions

We are the revolution

We will charge them with treason

A lot of enquiries

Land enquiry

Goldenberg enquiry

Post-election enquiry

Anglo leasing enquiry

Next might be toilets enquiry

Mining money from Kenyans

We are no quarry, that’s our query

We dream for a developed Kenya

A land of milk and honey

One Kenya for all with or without money

With honest   leaders not murky

A country we would all call mummy

Poets write whether

To change the bad weather

Bringing people together

Like birds of the same feather

To mend our torn leather

We ask for our rights

A democratic state Kenya is

Poetic letters we will continue to write

Until the end of words

Truth we write

If no reply we keep writing till our pens are loud.