Smell the Coffee

It took me some time to write you this verse...
Jirani pole for the wounds that you nurse...
Tattoo tears of what transpired back then...
The blood of the departed inks this pen...

How could we go from colonial camps...
To dumping each other in IDP camps?
If only Dedan Kimathi could see us now...
Endless tears Tom Mboya would be shedding now...

Sacrifices offered for the ocean view property...
Bulions in Swiss vaults stacked up properly...
Intoxicating flowery airs of state house lawns..
Kill the youth keep the drugs coming by the tones...

Constant gas and non stop burping..
T-bone steaks and cognacs reacting...
A den of thieves highly honored as the August...
GK plated plates insolent braggarts...

Open your eyes see through his deceit...
For you he digs a grave far too deep...
At your own peril give him your vote...
200k to warm asses the sickest of a joke!

Douglas Juma