Wednesday, August 13, 2008

I cried for kenya


These are not my tears for Kenya,
I cried blood for Kenya,
These were all my fears for Kenya
As they teared apart my mamaland,
My home, my pride, and the pride of Africa.
Lush, green and beautiful yester
But once beginning to be tainted Red,
Blood splashing on the beautiful black canvas.
Not from bleeding straying birds,
But from the painter himself;
The wounds are slowly healing,
My tears are slowly drying,
And my fears are gradually vanishing.
It is true,
We can love again,
We can hug again,
Our voices can soar high once again,
To the beautiful tune;
Hakuna Matata.
Long live Kenya.
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