Rise above tribe

Tribalism is real,

It’s not a friend to make a deal,

It’s the devil that collects its kill bill,

No one choose his/her tribe by will,

Then let’s not choose a tribe to kill.

I have been a victim, not that I care,

A feeling so rare,

If you haven’t experienced don’t dare,

Nor is it nice to compare,

A neighbour, friend, etc. targeting you by your tribe, that’s not fair.

Mine happened in the dark of nights,

A day before MP Mugabe Were saw his last of lights,

A battle of the weak and might,

The issue being tribe never black and whites,

Better be wrong with a tribe that right.

Friends I grew up with,

Up to now I wish it was just a myth,

Encouraged by the political filth,

To remove guns and pangas from their sheath,

To kill and destroy more than the sharks teeth

I live to preach peace,

To tell that politicians will share your every piece,

You will rest in peace,

On graves that we will lease,

A poor life that none will miss.

A sad story that I hate telling,

A caution to the political following,

We choose peace not as a feeling,

As a right to all Kenyan being,

We can all rise above the standards the politicians are setting,

I am Kenyan first.