I’m tired of keeping quiet,
Targeting my people with negativity,
Leaving them hungry, no need to diet,
Death is the only way out, our
positivity.
If I die today,
Maybe I don’t last tonight,
This writing I pray,
Free our minds not to give up the fight.
The tribeless makes us tribal,
The rich wants us poor,
The Christians find solace in the bible,
Forgetting the verse that we ought to be
doers.
Happy that I have brothers and sisters
in this war,
Never relenting and calling it in black
and white,
We are the voice of the voiceless and
upholders of law,
The reminder that a people united are mighty.
I have witnessed the ‘corrupt’ step
aside,
I have also witnessed ‘wadi’ rot inside,
The sycophants say it’s a noble gesture,
The corrupt keep increasing their
venture.
The word of God if clear on the last
days,
There will be pastor Kanyaris,
Who will do just anything for the pays,
To have a good night time in nyali.
With leaders that are God ‘chosen’,
Yet seems to be corrupt & tribal
frozen,
Leading a nation that is psychologically
broken,
In servitude our souls were long stolen.
If I still die tonight,
Imma want to keep saying what’s right,
Keep trying to bring some to the light,
Before all is lost by this mashetani
vampire bite.
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