a young man's reflections on political landscape in Kenya
In those few years I’ve seen it all I’ve had it rough, rise and fall My insignificant entry at the door of the last decade I’d not sat down for comfort, only for that tide This was said to be the birth of a new Republic A second one, purchased in toil for our sake Young I was, clueless and ignorant Craving, that mine birth were that significant For I was the life to the born republic Marking departure from that first relic But Thomasses said ‘twas all propaganda Propagated by a caucus of political simpletons Seeing this could only drift us asunder All said and done, ‘twas a walk in blinding fog Their bolt speed reduced to a painful jog Like kids, their fighting’d gave him the gap Only to wake to this fact While devoid of any tact Five years down the line, all was familiar The scenario was all the same as earlier This time though these were fools They’d stood still for him like filthy pools They’d let him have it again ...