An Ailing Nation Poem by Timothy Kassina

This nation has a fever
It is coughing
And has a running nose
Yet there is no one to treat them
Because the doctors and nurses have striked.
When shall the fever go down
Oh that someone brought some herbs
Before this headache causes a nose bleed
Before the cough splits the already dry chest.
If there are no doctors
Aren't there healers,
Volunteers?
Or shall we watch the old discord
Tearing the Tribe of Kenya
Into parchments of ethnicity?
This nation has a fever
That has drained all its strength
With a siphon of selfishness
Coated in tribal courage
Silhoutted against personal indifference.
If this curing drug is no longer in prescription
Someone make the herbal replica
Or atone for us to the Supreme
That our eyes may be opened
And by the self realisation
The disease may leave us.


©2017,06,22.