Hate the doctrine of Kenyan peace
Preached like a piece of lease
With intention to oil and grease
The foreign perception infected with fleas
Fleas tainted with extraterrestrial tease
These peace pleas appear eventful
Like Fourth March must be colorful
To appease many a colonial fool
Glaring with a chewing mouthful
Of coffee and at hand a teaspoonful
Why do you teach and preach peace:
As though we cannot have it with ease
As though it is as rare as a colubird's hiss
As though it is more complicated than a kiss
As though Kenya has never known peace?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
David Munene wa Kimberly what I simply adore about this poem is the photographic ability of it. The poem captures the Colors of your angst, your emotions, your feel, it transcends nationalities and vaccinates people. A great poem.