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Monday, May 28, 2018

The Looong Rains

The skies have cried far too long
The ground soaking in tears isn't strong
Mud sliding, dams breaking, lives ended
Causes probed, reports hidden, poverty extended
Same soggy ground soon will harden
Our throats too will be cracks ridden

The fields are green, granaries will burst
Leaders on pedestals look with lust
Big bellies won't be filled with masks
It's your sweat that got that task
Plough, plant a tree for a son under sun
Plant two, for the rich and your son

'Who stole the maize?', kenyan riddle
This crop of leader's to be gotten rid of
They never suckles, but noisily gulp
The horizon shines a glimmer of hope
Stealing for your son from what's mine
God, don't let after the rain be famine

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