Mutonye wa Mutuku - B.M the Poet

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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Monday morning, and the alarm rings,
I stretch myself, I feel my body,
To school another day,
But...
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Hours trickle, days passes,
The 8/8 gets near and tension rises,
I will vote for my tribesman, my crony... everyone rushes,
To put the state at peace or set it a piece.
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Listen to the voice of reason
Shouting from the plains of vision,
To many it needs to address,
The boy child struggles to redress.
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A laughter welcomes the dawn,
A wail is heard from the streets of the town,
Why are some people at ease?
While others not at ease?
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O Queen of light, my cherished 'Relia,
Your laughter is the music of my day;
In every smile, there's sweet euphoria,
A warmth that chases any gloom away.
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I think it is safe now,
For us to slide down the snow,
And say what we've been feeling,
That this is what we've been seeking.
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Sleepless nights!
Long scary nights!
Sinister nightmares!
Inauspicious mornings!
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Crying and wailing!
Wailing and anguishing!
Anguishing and agonizing!
Agonizing and marching!
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Listen to the voice of reason
Shouting from the plains of vision,
To many it needs to address,
The boy child struggles to redress.
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From morning to sunset,
Kenyans are crying wet,
Everywhere it's eminent, a threat,
A threat our leaders have chosen to abet.
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Privately,
Everyone is questioning, silently,
Why the increment, haphazardly,
Of teenage pregnancies, a major threat.
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Seating on the balcony, facing Para hill,
On her laps is her meal,
But her eyes fixed still,
On a heap of steel.
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O Relia, joy that sets my soul aglow,
I miss our games where verses spin and play,
Your teasing wit, the spark that steals the show,
Each rhyme a dance, a step in sweet ballet.
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