Uhuru Never Came Poem by Ndina Kamaro Muofhe

Uhuru never came,
And the rainbow is lame
Ghetto is a shame,
Who stays there is always bad named
By masters of this dirty game
For success, ghetto child relies on fame
It costed souls of the many I know by names
The melanin getting washed off faces
How sad it is for the old to bury the young in these graves
Tears of mothers as they scream, 'O, my sons'
They flow to irrigate more pains
Daughters in hunger,
Their wallet of pleasure get caught in the crossfire
A designed life, steal humane spirit in hearts
Shadows of time see it all but blinded by light
What's deep is for the rejected and placed in curses
Looks of the hooked put marks on their names
Behind their desks,
They sharpen scissors' blades to cut roots of what's deep
Until they win its essence to their sides of dirt
To maintain silence of sheep getting slaughtered
Uhuru never came,
And the rainbow is lame