We must demolish the stores
We built for our dreams
This season's meager harvest
Won't nourish them to hatch.
Ignorance made us throw seeds into
weeds
Which choked them, thus in yielding flourish
We see their stomachs bulge, and swell with
self-importance
And envy wisemen that sowed in good
soils.
I nearly fainted on line
waiting to commune
with the tribal demigods
we ingeniously negotiated to throne:
About my security, my health and rioting
stomach;
unending strikes and idleness for
men of skill
and my share of the meat
But they sent uniformed men to show
me the way home
To wait and hear from them on TV or
Radio
Soon I heard they are on holiday in
Dubai!
The sweat we shed goes to waste
when all we harvest is pure chaff
They waste millions on curtains,
gates, wheelbarrows and dolls
Whilst hunger hands us to worms
They pinch millions to build empires
for pets
Whilst their kinsmen sleep in holes
and nests!
We must demolish the stores
We built for our dreams
Until the next planting season
This season's meager harvest
Won't nourish them to hatch.
(c) wafula p'khisa
-Thigh of an Elephant-
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