An Empire Crumble.

Crowning aliens has been our norm,
For ages, to rule us thus.
When Muliro, our hopeful retired:
Into desolation we deep sank,
Till the mighty orator sprouted;
But before dawn dried...

Our given fortune lost,
Heads we lower; and endorse alien heads thus,
Who walk tall amongst us--
Blocking the sun from reaching us,
And with iron rods,
Serve our bristled buttocks!

Seasons see us starve,
After swallowing sacraments, and to their tune dancing--
Our tongues tamed to tell not tragic tales,
We hear befall men with restless tongues,
In the line of duty...

In our leaking hut,
Women are busy bearing boys--
Who roll their tails and coil around the hearth;
Fighting over termites;
Unperturbed by what leopards could do to our flock outside,
Unperturbed by the golden handshakes offered secretly...
But, wasn't it because of darkness,
That a cockroach passed by a chicken's beak?

They sell us at thirty pieces of silver,
So they could afford a trip to glory,
Wherein they forget the mosquito stings we shared,
As on earth elephants trample us!
In the vast wild scattering...

When will,
The wind waft,
The scent of reason,
Towards us?

* for the Luhya Nation.
(c) Wafula p'Khisa.