Why Is The Kraal Quiet? Poem by Mutonye wa Mutuku - B.M the Poet

The king has been crowned, again
He says his victory was plain,
And he beat his opponents with disdain,
That votes for him were like rain,
And his supporters will know no pain,
Even as they cheer him on, insane.

But why is the kraal quiet,
Why are natives looking on, tired
Why aren't other regions fired,
Isn't a new child sired,
Or are some consciences mired?

The kraal is quiet, but not peaceful
The people are quiet, but not heartful
The victory is won, but is it joyful?

Of course the king will raise the glass of wine
And invite his court poets to dine,
It will all seem fine,
Assuming those quiet are in a mime
Following the king's rhythm and rhyme -

Until that day,
When the walls of the kraal give way,
And reveal our decay.
Then the kraal's quietness,
Will turn into oozing madness,
And the king's frown,
Won't be hidden by his crown