PASSING STORM

Passing Storm.

What will you say when the storm is over?

When you finally realize it's really over!

And you never cared about the cover!

In good times we celebrate

In bad times you castigate

Why can't we just communicate

It's life that we must celebrate

Before it becomes too late

Remember life has no sell by date

Every morning is a new opportunity

For us to spread love and unity

With humility, To all of humanity.

There is no need to fuss

When we can all pass

Delight to each of us

Delight in the understanding

I'll never leave you hanging

In my heart you forever remaining

NEGATIVE ETHNICITY

The basis of our failing state

As we foolishly change fate

To suit our personal taste

Yet we know it's a waste

A waste of time and resources

A degenerative process

That doesn't progress

But rather retrogress

Retrogress to animosity

Even in bare publicity

We castigate our society

To the abyss of ethnicity

Ethnicity based on insult

Even when we try consult

We all know the end result

It'l all be about tribal fault

Fault  that my tribe better than yours

That land, money, resources are ours

Regardless of all the contours 

With my man in power, everything concurs

We say we the youth,our time is now
We must change narrative and not follow
Divisive politicians who are shallow
But our resolve with conviction follow

Conviction that things must get better
Because its our lives that now matter
Lest we end up collecting the clutter
After we destroy our very own butter

Today I say no to negative ethnicity
And vow to embrace ethnic positivity
All tribes under one Kenyan nationality
Under the protection of our God Almighty

  

LEST WE FORGET

These are my sincere observations

Since we declined honest conversations

We must be ready for the repercussions

Of the imminent revolution

We must stop the pretense

That has set the precedence

For the moral decadence

That today, threatens our existence!

As a people (Kenyans) we must think

Rather than watch our hopes shrink

When the politicians merry and drink

Oblivious that the country started to sink

When they hurled insults at one another

They made us choose against each other

Some of us even insulted our brother

Thinking that they didn’t bother

We are now stuck together in pain

As we suffer due to lack of grain

Yet the politicians vacation in Spain!

Should we really elect them again?