These are not my tears for kenya,
I cry blood for keny kenya.
These are all my fears for kenya,
As they tear apart my country,
My home, my pride and the pride of Africa.
Lush, green n homely once,
Now stained n tainted Red,
Blood splashed on the beautiful canvas,
splashed from the painter's very own body: mwananchi.
How long before we c, feel n realize the price of playing kilkeny cats on us?
No amount of wrongs ever righted a wrong
Check your math again...and do the correction.