When? Poem by Moses Ocharo

And when shall this voluptuous madness end?
When shall our dreams with theirs merge?
When shall their desires cease to blend?
When shall they our taxes into use converge?
For our hearts are aching with wants, needs
Our children, mothers, fathers curse
Our base labours don't balance our feeds
And our mouths hungers seem to purse
Who said they must make our very decisions?
Who authorized they image our constitution?
Do we seem 'unschooled' with no reasons?
Won't our weakling merges offer contribution?
You've been weighed, measured and found wanting
Hence we away shoo you with our chanting.