HII KENYA
Forgive me
For singing these lugubrious tunes
About desperate voices in our wilderness
We are a lost generation spiritually
Materially too
We’re staring the sunset of our hope
Breasts of our mothers are dry
It’s so long since they ate
If you’ve got a heart
Listen to the wailing voices
Of the wretched and rejected
We’re citizens of rejection
This is not water
It’s their tears flowing
Their political philosophy
Is about ME, MYSELF and I
Today human blood is for auction
In market places
Politically, we were born out of rape
They’ve raped my sisters into pregnancy
They’ve castrated my brothers into despondence
We are being forced to worship
A heartless God
Where they teach
Culture of mercilessness
By the way
If I’m not my parents’ keeper
Who is their keeper?
If I’m not my brother’s keeper
Who is my brother’s keeper?
If I’m not my sister’s keeper
Who is my sister’s keeper?
They want me to believe
My brother doesn’t belong to me
My country doesn’t belong to me
Hell
What a land of spiritual barrenness
In which you can die
Before a thousand lifeless eyes
Brother, as you eat a plateful food
Someone starving to death
Just in your backyard
In this battle, dear God
I’ll kill or be killed
Fighting over a morsel
To feed starving family
I cry like this
Because I’ve no hope tomorrow
Vultures have taken stage
To eat and celebrate
I say
Better die fighting for something
Than die doing nothing
Welcome
Sing with me the Kenyan chorus
Saying
Kenya was made by big people
For big people
People with big bellies
People with big wives
People with big children
People with big homes
People with big cars
People with dogs
People with big shambas
People with big bank accounts
People with big eyes
With which to see their way out
To kleptomania