Father, Whip Them Poem by kelvin karani

Taxes?
They will pay not
Perks?
They will take the mst
Kenyans?
Its they who have lost

I see the laugh and smile
At flies sometimes I think
Because when you look around,
There is nothing to smile about

I see the face of hunger
On these people, my people
United we stand in poverty
Indignity is our shield and defender

No more schooling for the children
They are masters of all streets
Every dumpsite and dustbin they know
Hunger knows no bounds

Weep not Kenya, mother it will be okay
The good Samaritan is on our way
lets endure this suffering without bitterness
as we pray for Father to whip them!