Retrogressive Politics

The politics waved across the nation
They were the politics of domination
Packaged in pleasing communication
To conquer the entire population

Aspiring promises were well articulated
With manifestos designed and decorated
Their minds and hearts got converted
Goods things were to come once voted

Five years later,things remain the same
New promises are given without shame
Hopelessly they wait for the right time
For the project to be given a name

Another term, more mundane promises
Promises about their  initial promises
But all we see is upgrade of their premises
And their hopes suddenly diminishes

Fallacy of The HandShake.

They majestically walked to the podium

Grinning as though high on opium

At last they had reached a medium

For rebuilding the broken unity

A well articulated speech was read

Very captivating to the last thread

A moment of calm and peace spread

Maybe all we needed was a handshake!

The narrative took 360 degrees turn

"We'll not let the bridges to ever burn"

"We must embrace love and shun spurn"

They said!As they firmly shook hands.

A message of hope engulfed the nation

It was time to end the political commotion

And concentrate with unifying the nation

Which badly need hope and restoration.

But Alas! Here we are... months later

We still, for sure, don't know any better

Whether the handshake really matter

Or it was just another political batter

Empty rhetoric is the order of the day

Even for supply of air,in millions we pay

Then congregate in breakfast to pray

Pray for corruption among us not to stay

Public and roadside declarations are issued

Tough calls for the corrupt to be pursued

But at the end our taxes are misused

Will we ever get justice?

bRoKeN HUMANITY

Look around and all you see is vanity

Man is busy running away from reality

Misguided teaching on true christianity

Fruits of Broken Humanity

Truth and Justice no longer matter

Intergrity remain in the 6th chapter

Justice goes where the check is fatter

Fruits of Broken Humanity

Everyone is chasing for a deal

It doesn't matter  if they steal

To hell with what's fair and ideal

Fruits of Broken Huanity

INSPIRED

I am a walking billionaire
Always running up the stair
Constantly fighting despair
Life shouldn't be unfair

I walk when i dont have fare
Even on the fashion fair
With elegance and flare
To the top I must appear

Im on number one gear
Nothing will stop my stear
To the utmost glare
Of becoming a billionaire

MONEY

The devastation of terrible revelation
As an occassion of the deception
A creation of our own emotion
That money can bring redemption
And salvation from eternal damnation

This is the nature of true deception
No matter how ideal the perception
For this confused digital generation
A consequence of lack of self reflection
In the quest of our true identification

There is only but one final destination
That nature has never offered objection
And neither can we offer obstruction
Say "fate and destiny affair" combination
Powerful fusion to an inevitable occassion

KENYA POLITICIANS

I know of a certain perculiar individuals
They come with elaborate manuals
Claiming to know how to protect our financials
Little do we know they're ficticious appraisals
These are Kenyan politicians

With convincing words they make empty promises
Promises on how they will make better houses
They make us believe they're the better choices
But after the vote become deaf to our voices
These are kenyan politicians

Bright Night

In the lonely night 

Way past midnight

I think of our plight

That's beyond sight

Things have become tight

There seem to be no light

Even when birds lack flight

Sure,we must keep the fight

We must stand for what's right

No one should take our birthright

For our freedom we're forthright

If we must, then we shall fight

We must emancipate us from freight

For the future is and must be bright

Never again should we live in hindsight

When we have been blessed with foresight