Once,not long ago,we had one story,
We had one thing to make a history,
But now it’s a memory,
Now the focus changes to merry,
Turns back to making cherry,
We all forgot to kill our killers,
Many seek our killers,
It’s now about nights in spots for cheers,
We forgot to be hope bringers,
We are now hope killers,
We forgot what love meant,
We forgot it was about us,
Us…and not me,
Forgot about ours,
And not mine,
Our founders had a mission,
They had a vision,
But now their vision ,their mission,
It all remains a story of creation,
It remains an option,
An option for a few, who take caution,
Now,it’s all about,” My people”, “My Tribe”,
Words change from Us to me,
Money,Power makes worlds inseparable,
Greed makes walls impermeable,
We were one,but now it’s a one’s world,
A world where the poor have no word,
A world were death craves in the ward,
But , no one cares,it’s about money,
A theme,no money no work,
You forgot to be a brother, and I forgot to be a sister,
Now our generation is astray,
But everyone doesn’t care,they all walk away,
Our generation lost the way,
And our leaders have no say,
That’s our nation,
It all went wrong,but hopefully maybe not for long,
That remains a wish.
Poetry by: Nyakayu .CAPTIVE……..
Once,not long ago,we had one story,
We had one thing to make a history,
But now it’s a memory,
Now the focus changes to merry,
Turns back to making cherry,
We all forgot to kill our killers,
Many seek our killers,
It’s now about nights in spots for cheers,
We forgot to be hope bringers,
We are now hope killers,
We forgot what love meant,
We forgot it was about us,
Us…and not me,
Forgot about ours,
And not mine,
Our founders had a mission,
They had a vision,
But now their vision ,their mission,
It all remains a story of creation,
It remains an option,
An option for a few, who take caution,
Now,it’s all about,” My people”, “My Tribe”,
Words change from Us to me,
Money,Power makes worlds inseparable,
Greed makes walls impermeable,
We were one,but now it’s a one’s world,
A world where the poor have no word,
A world were death craves in the ward,
But , no one cares,it’s about money,
A theme,no money no work,
You forgot to be a brother, and I forgot to be a sister,
Now our generation is astray,
But everyone doesn’t care,they all walk away,
Our generation lost the way,
And our leaders have no say,
That’s our nation,
It all went wrong,but hopefully maybe not for long,
That remains a wish.
Poetry by: Nyakayu .
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