The voice of truth

At a mother’s funeral, where tears should reign,

Songs of praise masked the people's pain.

A president’s brigade stood, stern and cold,

While hearts of young Kenyans grew weary and bold.

Children vanish, snatched by the night,

Their cries muffled, out of sight.

“Self-abductions!” the cronies jeer,

But truth whispers where courage is near.

Governor George, a lion, stood tall,

In the silence of fear, he answered the call.

“Stop the abductions,” his voice did declare,

To a president who turned from despair.

Oh, Natembeya, the people’s knight,

You lit a torch in the darkest night.

The oppressed cheer your bold refrain,

For justice spoken is never in vain.

Yet the cronies cast stones, their tongues sharp as blades,

Defending the silence where justice fades.

But we, the people, hold you dear,

A beacon of hope, a voice sincere.

In Western lands where hunger thrives,

Natembeya spoke of struggling lives.

Truth cut deep through the fabric of lies,

Unmasking a leader who blinds his own eyes.

The winds of change now roar and swell,

Through valleys where forgotten dreams dwell.

No choir of pretense can stifle the cry,

Of a people who demand the truth, not a lie.

Each abduction is a wound unhealed,

A scar that the powerful have concealed.

But the governor's words have torn the veil,

And courage, once fragile, begins to prevail.

We sing not praises but songs of resolve,

Demanding justice, problems to solve.

No power can crush a people united,

No truth can remain forever slighted.

So rise, Natembeya, champion of light,

Your voice a sword, your cause our fight.

For in your truth, the nation wakes,

And the dawn of justice its first breath takes.

©Bunguswa™