City in the sun I cry
I am in so much pain
Pain caused by those i host
Who will wipe my tears?
Nobody cares to clean me up, am so dirty
You have made me a dumping site
You have decorated me with garbage
Why are you so careless?
You have turned me into a harbor of criminals
Thieves and muggers all over
Killers and murderers surround me
What has happened to my security?
Nobody observes the law any more
Nobody observes traffic rules any more
Nobody cares to keep in order any more
Why are you so ignorant?
The air is no longer fresh
You smoke all over carelessly
You fill the air with stale teargas
Why are you so insensitive?
Who will beatify me again?
Who will plant flowers to make me attractive again?
Who will plant grass to give me some green colour?
Who will clean me up again?
I know I can be admired again
I can be the great Nairobi city again
Wipe my tears and let me smile again
I miss to be what i used to be.
This is my cry to those I host.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A state of disorder Lackadaisical behaviour A sense of love and harmony Is all that is needed. Nicely written piece of poem. Sylva
Thank you Sylva