Everything around us seems blurred,
We’ve felt the fire… we’ve been burnt,
We wouldn’t trade the fire for what we’ve learnt,
My Physics principles taught, siphoning based on liquids,
There you are charlatans with no basic shame,
You’ve plundered our economy and siphoned storage from our national granary,
Corruption stares at us; Impunity laughs in our face,

The crack in our crystal ball…

When you instill ethnic xenophobia amongst us,
You split the unity amongst us, mirror of trust broken and the wave of joy subsides,
It’s the virtual divide you stir,
Neighbor turned against neighbor, Husband against wife, Leader against servant,
The blades of grass should tell you, the walls in our homes could narrate, the rivers that flow would flood, if our emotions and words filled them.
We want to get rid of you, then again we breath optimism, we could demo with placards written “change is progressive” so we wait but…

The crack in our crystal ball…

Like the child that looks to its mother for protection, we look to you;
But who would look to you when you’re the drawback to good governance?
If only we could visit ‘Mganga toka Tanga” who’s said to even find Democracy,
Makes me wonder when Democracy “got lost”
Even then it’s not certain, we still look into…

The crack in our crystal ball…

© mumbi gathecha

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