Dirty Game Poem by Kinyua Karanja

The dirty words you utter
Soils these innocent and poor ears,
Making brothers raise arms against
Their fellow brothers and sisters,
Remember how they lived together
Like twins of young lambs,
They shared whatever they had
For all these good years,
But, you massacre their brotherliness.
I’m aware of your dirty game.

These empty promises you pledge
Convince me you are the one,
These heinous plans you scheme
Betrays you lying tongue,
That always drips false hope.
You jeopardize our poor life.
That’s why I hate this dirty game.

I asked why you use vulgar terms
When referring to my brothers,
You called it a dirty game.
That, when sliding on the mud
You can’t avoid the dirt,
Must you behave this way?
I’m doing it for our kids
With a good will in mind,
Don’t listen, for God’s sake
I’m the star, the good guy here.
But, I believe you are the bad guy
And hate this dirty game.

These few lusty coins you fish out
From these deep pockets of yours
And flip them to our begging bowls
Mislead me to believe you’re generous.
But, you rob my right hand billions
And give my left hand hundreds.
You humiliate me before my neighbors,
You insult me on my face,
When you borrow in my name,
You put the cash in your accounts
And expect me to pay.
I’m not for this dirty game.

I have made up my minds,
You have to give me the keys
And kiss my luxurious office good bye.
These filthy hands you give,
Spoil more than you build,
And then you protests
This was a setup, a blackmail.
You clinch on being a good guy,
And say this is a game of dirt,
They splashed mud of you,
On your white as wool reputation,
So we hate you for that dirt.
But I know you are not clean
For you to get in my house.
For I hate that dirty game.