Cry, My Beloved Country Poem by Mutonye wa Mutuku - B.M the Poet

From morning to sunset,
Kenyans are crying wet,
Everywhere it's eminent, a threat,
A threat our leaders have chosen to abet.

Our inept leaders, competent dealers and misleaders,
In disguise our parliamentary speakers,
Have become money seekers,
Slayqueen keepers, Wananchi money feeders.

To the East, His Excellency jets,
The result? mickle foreign debts,
Borrowed to appreciate their assets,
Mwananchi pays the debts, with threats.

Cos debts must be paid, comes in the high tax,
Gluttonously, they slash some into their money sacks,
The burden is fixed on Mwananchi backs,
While the misleaders, smile broadly like quacks.

Cry! Weep! My Beloved Country,
Cos of the West and East entry,
And the country's misleaders who are money hungry,
BUT abruptly, a REVOLUTION is needed haphazardly.