GIDEON BORE (kenya)

You seem too near yet too far,
You seem too far yet too near,
We hear of you yet miss you;
We miss you yet hear of you,
Where is thy abode?
Freedom! We thirst for you.

Old men were crowned marshals,
And old and all women wailed bitterly.
Since they scratched their heads,
Thinking about you, you blew,
(They felt your presence)
And never were you,
Freedom! We thirst for you.