CONGRATULATIONS, ITS A BOUNCING KENYAN Nick Quach Push, Puush, Puuush, Push hard. Twenty eight beheaded in a bus, Because of their religious alienation, The heads, Those that lie apart from the bodies, Blood clot with caprice, Dead, Push mama, push hard. Two gangsters shot dead on Kimathi street, One shot in the head, The other in the chest, Both shot after surrendering though, At close range, Their bodies at City mortuary, Lead laden, Push, push hard. Ten men die of illicit brew, Five lucky to only lose their sight, This liquor goes for ten shillings, Made of, Inclusive of, Formalin, And ARVs, Push, push hard. A woman hangs herself, After being stripped in public, The voice that was asking for a bottle, Has been charged in court, I see he has a lawyer, I see him being released, For lack of evidence, Or the witnesses will recount their statements, The chained voice, Strapped on a metal table,Scalpels at death, Push harder mama push. Inside Kenya death squads, Not meant to arrest, Not meant to give justice, Just meant to shoot, Shoot the radical, Shoot the betrayer, Shoot the evidence, Without leaving evidence, Push, please push hard. Congratulations! !! Its a baby boy, Though we dont have a peg, We will tie the umbilical cord, With a polythene paper, And the post natal bed, You will share it the four of you. You just Soo lucky, To have added another jobless youth, Another who will be arrested during operations, Another who will be sidelined in his countrys decision making, Another chokoraa, Another uncle saidia, Another Gully and Gaza member, Congratulations, Its another Kenyan.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Dec 2014 04:11:32 +0000