Cry The Beloved State Poem by kawoya alosius

RY THE BELOVED STATE

Cry and wail as much as you can,

Only that can soften your stone cold heart.

Don't make celebration for the newly born child,

For it is to inherit the sins of the parent.

Cry more loud for the unborn citizen,

whom is the inheritor of your fears.

Cry loud for yor dear pregnant wives.

For when they don't get miscarriages while going to hospitals,

Due to the state of the roads and the transportation system,

They get them at hospitalsfor the drugs are either used up or already expired.

Or even die at the hands of the starving nurses employed by the state.

Don't raise your head so quickly inthe morning when the muezzin makes his call.

Wake not your cildren in the early morning, prepairing them for a nice day.

Let them rejoice not when face washing is done for the beloved state can nolonger offer it's cchildren breakfast.

Dress them neatly not when going to school,

For they are the shamba attendants for the debt stricken class teacher.

Accuse not the class teacher but the state that last paid him in the times he can't recall.

Neither the kid thatgrasps nothing at school, for he has lost hope in the state.

He studies so hard to acquire a good job that has already ben taken by a breastfeeding kid belonging to the state's officials.

Don't look so happy when the morning sun collects it's rays and showers them on the beloved state,

For it is shining in a state of mourning.

Merburg, Ebola and noding diseases are busy taking lives of the states beloved,

While state officials are busy in Banghok, Las vegas and Florida,

Enjoying state funds buying prostitutes, playing poker and resting on beach sides.

Cry had the beloved state! wail and moan if possible.

For the rainy season is here.

And its waters running with your sons to the deepest seas.

Cry cry and cry for your once virgin and fertile soils have become disposals grounds for chen\mical components.

Cry for the hunger that is to kill you.

Cry.., Cry untill there's no more tear left in you for the rich resource you've discovered.

For the few that will gain from it will terrorise the majorityby destroying their great grand father's graveyards and rendre them landless, leaving them homeless.

Cry the beloved state for your military elites, who have becomethe gods of the area.

Terrorrising both neighbours and citizens.

Wait for a time when you will be thirsty and no neighbour can offer you a single dropp of water.

Cry the beloved state for your law enforcers who kill for sport.

Who harrass your daughters sexually on city streets in broad daylight.

Tell your children to laugh not when the waters run through their fingers for they are yet to get the experience,

The experience of wittnesing corruption being taught in schools, being advanced in parliamnt and preac hed in churches.

Cry the beloved state for you've become but a jungle and survivor is but for the fittest.

Rejoice not when the sun's rays kiss the mountains of the moonin the evenings for storytimes with elders is no more.

Let your children love you dearly not, for youare to pass them through lotso trouble.

Cry for KIBUUKA the god o armies protects you not and thieves are on your doorwya.

Power without control and character is but a sin,

Tell your sons to change for in the world we live in no one knows what next to happen.

Tell them to repent and follow the creator's ways.

For the beginingcan signify the end