Call Me Mama Kenya No More

Sons and daughters gather around,
Let the flickering embers offer you warmth,
For I have none left for you,
Let my wavy shadow tell of my shaky heart,
I have been stripped of my pride,
and I am blamed for the tatters my ego carries.

I have been abused time and again,
seeing my sons and daughters split,
some by free will, some by blind following,
I have witnessed grisly deaths just because of cents,
cents by those who dine with forks and dance to soothing tunes,
while their younger siblings, split by subtle differences,
dine pain with hatred and dance to poverty tunes.

I gave your older siblings a duty, to serve and protect,
I am a fair mother,
So I let them compete for the firstborn spots,
and you, my young ones, lined up to choose your firstborns,
giving them a responsibility and your own trust,
and in return they promised to serve and better you,
yet,
all they have done is eat you up,
and blow the sweet scent of your own sweat your way,
they have made your last name a job qualification,
and you, my siblings still smile at them,
well, they have enslaved you with promises of potential favors,
what can you do?
they have defiled me with huge foreign debts,
they have trained you but hire foreign road makers,
they ignore your affordable services,
and opt for overpriced ones, for their overpriced cuts.

My once soaring eagle, my pride, now flies in debt,
My healers now carry tools to the road,
while my children die of despair and pain,
yet, your firstborns' children get home treatment,
my grandchildren die of hunger,
yet, your elder siblings swim in your money,
blowing it's scent your way, asking for another chance,
soon, they'll remind you of your last names,
and convince you of fake neighborhood.

My sons and daughters,
look at your life before theirs,
concider your helpful neighbor, they're my children too,
your weapons are your papers at the booth of decision,
block your minds to hateful speech that will drive your friends away,
and leave you in misery of regret and anticipation all your later life,
my sons and daughters, make a wise choice.

Until I get my dignity and rightful place again,
call me mama Kenya no more.