I know nothing. A pen and a paper helps me to pour out a constellation of words from my soul. Words I know nothing of. Read and make a pattern from them.
The king has been crowned, again
He says his victory was plain,
And he beat his opponents with disdain,
That votes for him were like rain,
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The Queen's uterus was torn,
Then came a princess, you were born,
Destined to your bourn,
You opened your eyes, sharp like a thorn.
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Almost sunset,
Seated on my balcony,
To the west the sun is destined to set,
As the weaverbirds chip in their colony.
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Hello Kenya my mother,
Much greetings from my sister and brother,
We respect, salute and adore you,
It is from your belly we wake up to see the sky blue.
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Listen to the voice of reason
Shouting from the plains of vision
To many it seeks to address
The political mess to redress
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