Kenya was born with demons, we still fight in vain.
We’ve been in the gutter for eons, we’re still among the millions in chains.
Shut up Rich Kid, you don’t know the taste of lemons, don’t you dare complain.
I was Born into poverty, so I grew up with disdain.
I can’t be a minion, to a system that is veiled.
With people in power who act like they care but in action they bail.

They have Failed to help Kenyans but in their speeches they claim;
To fix the system, aren’t we tired that they keep harping of the same.

Flying in and out on peasant’s pocket.
And Even snatch his Land without empathy or solace.

This nation awakes in struggle each morning,
Only to go back at night and snore in agony.

The youth hold onto their dreams of hope .
Only to wake up to their screens and choke.

A Nation of the Unemployed and the Pitiful.
Have you seen how they Give Meager profits to the dutiful?

It’s okey I have seen it too.
But Should we blame the Fat pigs for corruption, or the people who do nothing but spread the flu.
Because here We’re on Twitter stuck with complaints and nothing else to do.
But who can undo it, when corruption here sticks harder than glue.

I Paid taxes to feed the pigs, unbelievable!
The balance couldn’t even pay my dues.
oh, believe me bro.
So Why should urchins bother with bread when it’s cheaper to sniff the glue?

We have a broken system with broken families, is there a way to be softer with the truth?
I mean Look at our Children homes, the abortion rates, do you want me to stop giving you the clues?
How else do you think we will grow.

When we can’t see the gore?

Maybe The solution is lost, and with it the hope too.

These look like the Fruits of a barren system.
And The organic truth of our current lifestyle.

Have you seen how They circulate big drugs at a poor man’s rate,
But sell clinical medicine at a Rich man’s rate?
I’ll let you see the divide and why the rift is veiled.
I’ll let you know why the poor man chooses to escape,
While the drug dealer feeds on His bread.
Why politics can feed you lies and you’ll still choose to eat on their plates.

Starting a blue Economy promising a big change,
Do you see the monotony in everything they say?

A Dude on radio is screaming about real change,
Artists on Twitter are still crying for a fan base.
Can we Change the nation from it’s stink?
For We Seem to be on the verge,look closely this is the brink.


6 thoughts on “Kenyans

  1. Lalitha

    True! Of a country like mine too. I often lament that the world has gone to the pigs, so when I read it in your words too, I laughed but I also hurt. We are all hurtling towards a future that is certainly Orwellian. Only the colour of our skins and language we are different. Our future is the same.

    Beautiful poem. Poignant. And hurts like hell. You remind me of two of my most favorite books Ben. Animal farm and 1984. Reading you today feels like holding those books on my hands again.

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  2. You have read George Orwell? His work is revolutionary and rich in metaphor…

    Wow! Now that you reminded me,Animal farm comes real close to this whole topic… The pigs have perverted the original commandment to suit themselves.. they no longer think animals should be equal.

    You’re starting to inspire me to read his work for real.😂


  3. ‘The system’s’ number one rule could be, create thee a problem that you are the solution to, no wonder the pig always comes home a hero seeking job in the name of votes, a true depiction of our rotten society, so sad in deed. Beautifully written.

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