Kenyans Triumph! Poem by David N. Munene

You know you have lost it all
For you have nothing to lose
You thought terror would Kenyans divide
It united the analogue-digital divide
We stumble, but not easily fall
You are one of the common flus

You are one of the common flus
That only intimidates fools
We have in our government faith
So unshakeable, even if an eighth
We trust in our security forces
To win the battles without bloody pools

To win the battles without bloody pools
For the battle belongs to the soldiers
But the victory is our God’s
In whom we trust for He rules,
With fervor and favour
That is why we are to none, second

That is why we are to none, second
You cannot therefore defile our land
For you are failures and we, winners
So you actually thought you won, huh!
You have lives to give up,
We have lives to live up

We have lives to live up
Whether Arabic we decipher or not
You are useful I dare say,
As the worst examples of mutation
And failed evolution
Oh ye fairy, hairy, doomed cowards

Oh ye fairy, hairy, doomed cowards,
Imagined a Christian hating a Muslim
In our nation of untold, unmatched radiance?
We are all happy they had a chance
To live up to the Kenyan dream
We are not overcome by grief

We are not overcome by grief
For we share an oasis of hope
We are a divine class
An untouchable mass
With indisputable oneness
Forever Kenya, and ever Kenyans

Some Tell that Lot

Someone tell that lot
We are happy they are here
For we convert criminals to saints

Someone tell that lot
We are pleased they killed some
For we have 50+ angels we hadn’t yesterday

Someone tell that lot
We are glad they claimed irresponsibility
For our leaders have exhibited responsibility

Someone tell that lot
We are amazed by their cowardice
For we knew no native cowards

Someone tell that lot
We are impressed they are a lot
For we are only one

Someone tell that lot
We are grateful they invaded
For we expected it anyway

Someone tell that lot
We applaud their absurdity
For we are of sound mind

Someone tell that lot
We are captivated by their mercilessness
For we have touched the core of mercifulness

Someone tell that lot
They are skiving to hold on longer
But we are living up to be stronger

Someone tell that lot
That they are just some lot
But we point fingers not