I don’t believe that by this time I need an intro.
I am the voice of the people. The dead, the broken, the ones who have left us.
You may try your best to get rid of me but I shall live on.
Will what I tell you be disseminated for free?
Or will you bottle it and try to sell it to the next investor who is willing to pay a kickback?
May 16th; is this the day you would like etched in our annals as the day winter fell?
Changed our love, our hospitality to some cold-hearted, demonic hatred?
Just because I weep in my sleep does not qualify as a wet dream.
Oh my King can’t I just have your ear for these few minutes?
Maybe I can help change the mindset of our institutionalized people.
Maybe we could finally grow past the emotional whims of our ’08 adolescence?
I have been to Nyayo house, and if these walls could talk they would spew out quite the horror stories.
A tale of two citizens with the power to make the best of my beloved country.
Are you really listening?
Because whether God got us but you cost us are we really gonna be alright?
We have changed slavery and colonialism, packed it in more palatable chains.
The Fire squad carries batons and they aim way before we are even ready to run.
Just like our votes, has our peace and freedom really become for sale?
Has it really been that long since I checked in as righteous as a saint in Tropez?
Before my momma knew that I would ever find myself in the middle of this blood politics?
How much does a life cost? I dare ask you.
If you start by explaining which tribe or which faction the soul is from, I strongly urge you to:
Get off my…..
Definition, because you are no role model and have no right to advise me on matters humanity, complexion, religion and culture.
Are you still on the line?
Have you decided to make the blacker the berry, the bitter the truths I tell you?
You ain’t gotta lie, I have heard that apparently it is inherently in you to only love yours.
In this regard as I hear you drop the call. I seek to remind you.
You are a mortal man. So are we all.