At the altar of tribalism

Our judgment we sacrificed,

And the blood of the freedom fighters

Never washed away our tears,

For in the politician

A new colonial master we found.

Backed by ethnicity

We were left behind,

The world went for education

We ran for corruption.

Our grandmothers were there

Dancing around fiery politics,

I can see our fathers

The drums of politics mastering,

If only they could’ve stopped

Their own songs to listen,

For it is us

Who have to face the music.

© 2018 Omondi Geoff

Comments

Diana Wangeci on June 15, 2018:

That was a great one