We still sing the national anthem
On national days for national reasons
With detached intellectual abstraction
We remember the struggles of our forbears:
Ho! How they fought and died bravely!
On those big days we sit indifferently;
The poor down here the rich up there
As we reminiscence that distant history
Mangy dogs hungrily sniff the poor bottoms
Well, its their way of building the nation………..
When it gets too hot drinks are served
Soda and bottled water for ‘wenyenchi’
‘chang’aa’ and ‘busaa’ for wananchi
The opposing camps is a sight to behold
Especially when pretence is highest.
Speeches at times get a little boring
Especially when the speaker knows not about them
And the hearer cannot fathom the language used.
A latecomer in the fight for freedom
Is dog-handled to break the monotony!
We still sing our national song these days
And yet, we know not what it tells us to do.
Nobody cares about its message anymore.
Where are they those who have been chosen
And called the sons and daughters of our country?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem