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Poetry: KENYA is dating Mr. DEVIL

KENYA is dating Mr. DEVIL
She was once an innocent country,
So young untouched and saved from our fathers cry,
We had good neighbors and strangers were friends,
But today all friends are strangers,
But the DEVIL has touched her heart,
She is currently weighing her options to court,
The courtship is a thing most likely she will consider,
Because her dreams with him are no longer a wonder,
She has seen the DEVIL on some occasions,
She has gone on dates and some adventures,
She is currently experiencing the fruits of her actions,
But it seems she is so excited,
The outcomes are leaving her more thrilled,
Their relationship is getting serious,
Where is the cry of the believers?


KENYA is a rotten nation,
It was never in anyone’s imagination,
All forms of filth and pollution,
We are raising an ‘at-risk-generation’,
The morals have been eroded,
People are finding pleasure in the wild,
The humans have lost control of their mind,
It’s embarrassing and yet so sad,
When a man leaves his wife for a cow,
A couple hangs dirty linen in public for a free show,
A woman marries two men at a go,
Humans finding sexual satisfaction in dogs,


Where is the nation that was once spotless?
Where is our conscience that was once flawless?
A man slaughtering an elderly for a plate of food,
Listens to her cry and ignores as she plead,
And shamelessly confessed ‘nikamuhithukira’ on the television,
River-Road trading reforged documentation,
Police brutally beating up civilians,
Pretending to do a search and looting villages,
Pretending to maintain law but cause flakers,
They celebrate their share after successful thugs operations,


Have we lost all the mercy the creator gave us?
Why would medical practitioners boycott their humanitarian duties?
Sit back and watch patients die in hospitals?
Why would a nurse rape a patient in the ICU with 57% burns?
Why would a mother trade her child for three thousand shillings?
Why would a couple bury their mother alive and embark on celebrations?
Seniors in the government are the real drug barons,
Political assassinations go unpunished yet there is tangible evidence,
The helpless are left without any defense,
Communication tracked show hitch on crimes connection,
Justice left helpless even after proof investigation,
When the victims burnt bodies show poisoning symptoms.


The streets are torn in a parlor of nakedness,
Where is the conscience that wanted to do good?
Why would a wife plot to kill his husband?
Is it because she needs to own the property?
What will be of her children future and safety?
Was killing the husband really worth it?


Did the love turn to hate?
A man slaughters his five children,
A woman drowns her five children,
What other offense is KENYA planning to deserve God’s curse?
What we have become even for hell we are worse.
Please God, stop this relationship,
Let her keep herself for the right courtship,
Don’t let KENYA start dating the DEVIL,
We don’t want fruits that are full of evil.

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