A cry for kenya

When hospitals turn to houses of despair,

and insurance fades like whispers in the air,

our children fall, our elders fade,

this promise of care, is a debt unpaid.

Oh Kenya, the land of fertile soil and soul,

how long will you let the darkness control?

our parents in the house on the hill, now blinded by gold,

their hearts have grown callous, their promises cold.

Voices have risen, but they’re silenced in the dead of night,

men swim lifeless for daring to speak of the plight,

the ones who dare question, they never return,

in the land of the brave, the fires still burn.

Our mothers are crying, our fathers in pain,

how long will we suffer, how long this disdain?

the halls of power echo with deceit,

as the poor in the streets beg for a seat.

The August house a puppet's parade,

a spectacle of greed, a game they’ve played,

the tune of the king, a song they sing,

while the people they swore to serve are left to cling.

But Kenya, my Kenya, we cannot bow down,

The time has come to reclaim our crown.

For justice, for truth, for the lives we must save,

It’s time to rise from the brink of the grave.

let the streets be filled with the roar of the brave,

for the future of our children, the nation we crave.

no more silence, no more chains,

for the love of our land, we break these reins.

Kenya, arise from the ashes of fear,

a dawn of hope, a vision clear.

let unity guide us, let courage ignite,

for the heart of Kenya is ready to fight.

© Bunguswa.™