HOPE

The lost evangelised agenda
Torturing the less fortunate
Without future
Living by God's grace.
Dancing the music,
From the passing wind
Only one thing in their heads,
They hope.

Stunted development
Projects left unattended
Exploitation Jupilation
Of our new generation.
Nothing to eat,
No money in our purses.
"Arrested development,"
Said the Philosopher.
Hungry, wounded, worn out
But still,
They hope.

To be well fed,
Ruled politely
And democratically represented
No scoundrels from abroad.
The cry of crusaders
Under the Neem tree
Crying and mourning
Weak they appear
But strongly in their hearts,
They hope.

Orphans an high pitch
Calling for help
From their exploited ditches
They rise in awe
Only to be knuckled their heads.
Denied their freedom
Of expression
Although God gave it freely.
Neither they tire,
Nor give up
They hope.

A photo of stale Ugali with some vegetable. People may get this food once per day others can go for two days without taking it. Popular in E. Africa region. Source:facebook.