The world we want creates the
world we hate:
The starving millions in their simple
huts,
The politicians and their cloistered
guts,
And all the horrors we
contemplate
The rhetoric spills into bites
The pundits and their cronies turn
to cash
For Party of National Unity or Orange Democratic Movement to bash
While driving Kenyans left, right and
centre.
There's money in the books these
people pen.
There's millions in their marches
organised
And yet for all the talk shows,
none are wise,
And we believe their words and
tune them in.
One wonders why we crave the
talking heads
To give them so much life though
we were dead.
JCMT
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
A BETTER TOMORROW
I never knew there would be a
better tomorrow
But you've come into my life and
taken away all my sorrow
My days of sadness are a thing of
the past
Because I have found true love at last
My days of emptiness are gone
for good
Because you fill a void in my heart
that you should
You've opened a window
You've shown me the light
And my love for you will continue
to burn bright.
JCMT
better tomorrow
But you've come into my life and
taken away all my sorrow
My days of sadness are a thing of
the past
Because I have found true love at last
My days of emptiness are gone
for good
Because you fill a void in my heart
that you should
You've opened a window
You've shown me the light
And my love for you will continue
to burn bright.
JCMT
Friday, December 30, 2011
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
POLITICS AS USUAL
The world we
want creates the world we hate:
The starving
millions in their simple huts,
The politicians
and their cloistered guts,
And all the
horrors we contemplate.
The rhetoric
spills over into bites
That pundits
and their cronies turn to cash.
For PNU
or ODMs to bash
While debating
in the lefts and rights.
There's money
in the books these people pen.
There's
millions in their marches organised.
And yet for all
the talk shows, none are wise,
And we believe
their words and tune them in.
One wonders
why we crave the talking heads
To give them
so much life though we were dead.
JCMT
want creates the world we hate:
The starving
millions in their simple huts,
The politicians
and their cloistered guts,
And all the
horrors we contemplate.
The rhetoric
spills over into bites
That pundits
and their cronies turn to cash.
For PNU
or ODMs to bash
While debating
in the lefts and rights.
There's money
in the books these people pen.
There's
millions in their marches organised.
And yet for all
the talk shows, none are wise,
And we believe
their words and tune them in.
One wonders
why we crave the talking heads
To give them
so much life though we were dead.
JCMT
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
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