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So this is my land
So this is my land:
The land of peace, love and unity,
The paradox of a philosophy
That for twenty-four years
Became the rallying call
Of our professor of politics.
Call it his political philosophy-
Flowery, flattering, satirical,
Yeah, they're amicable and desirable...
Words that opiate the mind
Like religion;
I shelter under the shade
To cool my soul
In the glaring savannah
Of my arid life.
When elnino rains come, pouring in vengeance
I scurry to my mud hut
but the structures lean downwards
like manyattas huts
Abandoned by the Maasai,
cannot withstand
The raging floods of treasury!
I am wondering how to care for it,
make it stand erect, not walled
or roofed enough, because its rafters were plundered
by some self-centred goon to strengthen his
so he can hang around his house
built of brick and beautiful slab.
He seems to treasure the mortal world
though so ill-disposed to my disposition;
Who wraps up selfish things
Under the carpet of green grass,
Or like solvents, dissolve them
In his chemistry of lust.
I am ambitious too, i harbour hope
to build and to possess
so are all the common folks of my land.
But now life is left out
To the corrupt builder,
To the plunderer,
The get-me-rich
Pilferer in the guise
Of public service!
They rape this land
Of honey and money;
Beware Mr. whstleblower,
The warmonger blows off
Young lives like
Candles in the wind.
Behold his smile; the satiety in his face;
We find harmony
In the aesthetics of
Power and wealth- the twin gods
Of men of the material world.
But i still look beyond this mirage, this illusion,
Curving out my vision 2030.
May Enkai watch over us,
May He give each worker
An extra eye to visualize
In the dark
A glimmer of light,
and an extra muscle, perhaps
To recompense his effort,
