Tuesday, January 31, 2006

The Gates Of Justice

The expectation of a great awakening,
keeps our strides long and strong.
Visions of a historical beginning,
brings to our hearts a sweet song.

Though imprisoned, tortured and muzzled,
through the muzzles we continue to sing.
Though locked up and manhandled,
our spirits are strong, our gait is proud.

The hope of a free and just realm
calms our hearts so often troubled.
And we continue to work and dream
of a society, strong and enabled.

Though we wade through despair and desolation,
eating through our fabric at every turn.
Through the mess and lack of education,
our fight to free the people remains steadfast

True democracy, lost to gluttonous politicians.
With a handshake they handed over
the rights of men, women and children,
sold without foresight or hesitation.

We continue in the struggle,
even when we feel weak
and our work seems so slow.
We strive and continually seek
to pry open the gates
through which justice will pass.

PoP © Jan 03 2006

Agony Of A Mother

the food trucks are here now
I hear them fifteen kilometers away
and I wonder how
I’ll make the walk today

what can I do
but watch my children die
who do I blame, who?
I used up my food supply

at first I stayed hungry for a day
hoping help would come
I tried to stay awake
there was no sound of trucks, none.

the hungry days came and went
the children stopped crying
and that’s when I bitterly wept
as I watched them slowly dying

and now I’m down to one
hanging on to dear life
I’ve fed her my tears
now dry over time

the food truck’s here
I’m too weak to walk
so I clutch my child near
I cannot walk, can’t even talk.


PoP © Jan 22 06

Seeds Of Revolution

first you insulted the trust we placed in you
by giving yourselves big salaries and fancy cars
all done at the taxpayer’s expense
sly and subtle, you set the trend,
for the plunder you intended

since then you have tried to shut our eyes
by causing confusion and tribal hatred
you’ve shoved down our throats lies
while behind our backs corruption continues unabated.

the fruits you promised have not grown
the seeds have not even been sown
the deadlines you gave have come and gone
and the country drowns in tears of regret

there are men and women disgusted at your greed,
visionaries who will raise their fists and sing songs of revolution
revolutionaries who will fight to the sweet end
of your gluttony and corruption
selfless people who will give their all to save our country.

PoP 16 Jan 06

Inspired by Fr. Dolan’s article – ‘Kenya Needs a Revolution 11 Jan 06’

Woman Of Africa

African Woman, speak.
For your voice is sweet,
your clever words are priceless
and your laughter’s deep

Speak, Mama speak,
For you give hope
to hesitant and tired feet.
And your wisdom keeps homes
together, with a love so sweet.

Speak, my sister.
For your words have raised strong men
in times of tears and laughter
your pride has walked great nations
through each day’s struggles

Woman of Africa,
your tears continually cleanse
the pain of hunger and poverty,
sometimes at great expense
to your very being.

PoP 18 January 06


In honour of the African woman, the backbone of Africa.

Village Of The Dead

I walked through
the village of the dead today
my heart sunk and my hands shook,
my knees dropped to the earth

the sunken eyes of children
hunger ate them to the bone
song on their lips forever gone
never to be heard again

Emaciated women,
holding dying children
too weak, and men;
men with no hope, no pride, no
anger, all forever withdrawn.

I came too late.
That thought ran through my mind,
my fury and fear combined
as I watched them breathe their last

Too late,
I saw their bodies gaunt
and made futile attempts
to find the ones left.

I came too late,
the water and food I brought
flung on the ground
useless to the dead.

Too late,
I did not respond to their
calls, their pleas of despair
I thought it was not my affair

and now death’s in the air
what can I say?
I didn’t come before I wasn’t there
and in my shame I can only lie here

prone; on dry land, on barren soil
that bore nothing from the toil
of those who lie here
dead.

I can only lie here and pray
there’s nothing I can say
to bring back the village of the dead;
it’s too late
Too late.
PoP © 21 Jan 06
About the drought victims in North Eastern Kenya

Monday, January 30, 2006

The Gates Of Justice

The expectation of a great awakening,
keeps our strides long and strong.
Visions of a historical beginning,
brings to our hearts a sweet song.

Though imprisoned, tortured and muzzled,
through the muzzles we continue to sing.
Though locked up and manhandled,
our spirits are strong, our gait is proud.

The hope of a free and just realm
calms our hearts so often troubled.
And we continue to work and dream
of a society, strong and enabled.

Though we wade through despair and desolation,
eating through our fabric at every turn.
Through the mess and lack of education,
our fight to free the people remains steadfast

True democracy, lost to gluttonous politicians.
With a handshake they handed over
the rights of men, women and children,
sold without foresight or hesitation.

We continue in the struggle,
even when we feel weak
and our work seems so slow.
We strive and continually seek
to pry open the gates
through which justice will pass.

PoP © Jan 03 2006

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Kenya - Sinking In The Quicksand Of Corruption

Kenyans are being strangled by their own. It may be a quick death if they don't embrace the paradigm shift that has been begging for attention for the last 30 years.

On the political front corruption to the highest extents continues unabated despite promises by the Kibaki administration for 'zero tolerance'. The zeros appear to be numerous in the amounts of money they are fleecing from the government and the people of Kenya. The Daily Nation on Sunday surprised many by highlighting the extent of corruption in the country and exposing in detail dirty deals made between government officials and fictitious companies.

As part of the middle class or as my friend calls us, the petty bourgoisie, I read the papers with trepidation and had to take constant breaks to recover my breath. The blatant nature of thievery leaves me aghast! It is amazing that after the looting and raping of Kenyan resources for almost 30 years by the previous regime, a government that Kenyan people put so much faith in so openly disregards their trust and immediately commences enriching themselves.

What is further surprising is the fact that the Head of Government maintains sealed lips when it comes to matters of grand theft/corruption. He does not say a word when all these scandals are going on or even when they are revealed! The ministers involved in these scandals are defended - some even by the Vice President and it's business as usual! It goes without saying then, how deeply entrenched the cream of government is in this business. The hope of Kenyans lie in each individual who feels angry at the looting and stealing, definitely not in the current government.

At a time when millions of Kenyans are dying of hunger, Kenyan ministers continue to whiz around in fancy cars and helicopters funded by the taxpayer. I am in shock at their lack of shame, and the thoughtlessness for the people they agreed to represent.

It saddens me terribly to see the state of affairs in Kenya go from bad to worse with a new government in place. It is sad that the government allows even one person to die of hunger or lack of medication. It is horrendous that millions are dying of hunger at a time when scandal after scandal is being revealed by the local dailies alongside pictures of emaciated children, men and women.

KENYA NEEDS A REVOLUTION - NOW!
Poetess of the People



BUSINESS AS USUAL

The business of corruption
is thriving; a little here,
a little there, no discrimination.
They don’t care from where
the money comes, only it’s destination.

They close their eyes to
the people dying of hunger
and disregard their contract to be spokesman;
as long as their pockets are full it doesn’t matter.

Exquisite suits and expensive cars line
up, the ministers are meeting;
first thing on the agenda is their riches and lives
not how the people are living.

The so-called people’s representatives
offering second hand
everything from clothing to education
are in business as usual.


PoP© 21 Jan 2006

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Poems

I'm looking for revolutionary/liberation poetry. Anyone knows a good site?

POP