mother drags her bony mass
the winds of uncertainty
buffeting her from all sides.
above her the ominous cloud
of death planning to rain.
the hyenas and the vultures
are eying mother's children
who are busy tearing each other
in lieu of their common enemies;
ignorance, disease and politicians!
oh! mother Kenya
are your afflictions predestined
or the evil handiwork of a few
hyenas and vultures?
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Good question. Does Kenya has ears? and if yes, does she hear?