So much suffering on the land
Dying of hunger the children are
The old too cannot withstand
The famine and deaths
To schools they are going not
All atop the tree with bitter fruits of independence
How sweet! On account of this the old fought
And now they too, walk in the nightmare of our independence
They left those barbaric whites
Who with religion destroyed us
Earthly possessions mattered not they said
There are mansions up there
But today,
Some dark skinned nitwits
Are swallowing the resources equitably
Every region is represented
Yes, that’s why everywhere there are deaths
Everywhere schools are empty
Everywhere people are suffering
But Kenya shall overcome
Colonialists were defeated and so will they
Who make the most of ignorant masses
I hear Kenya weeping
My children are no more she says
No mother, we are here
Kenya, we shall overcome
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