A Poem By Waliaula Lukamba Patricia

Kenya,

My Kenya, your Kenya, our Kenya.

Kenya my mother-land,

My love, my beauty, my origin, my everything.

Flowing with milk and honey.

Warming with love and happiness.

Kenya my heritage.

Kenya my shelter, Kenya my mummy, Kenya my daddy.

Kenya,

My Kenya, your Kenya, our Kenya.

 

Kenya,

My Kenya, your Kenya, our Kenya.

Country for many.

Nation of nations.

Bountiful and full of plenty.

People of all colours, races and tribe you habour.

Brother to brother, sister to sister,

Ensuring all you favour.

Kenya,

My Kenya, your Kenya, our Kenya.

 

Kenya,

My Kenya, your Kenya, our Kenya.

Why so oppressed my dear lover?

They kill you, they bleed you.

They make you rot and stink among the nations.

Women cry, children suffer.

Men die, sons revenge.

For how much longer dear Kenya?

My Kenya, your Kenya, our Kenya.

 

 

Kenya,

My Kenya, your Kenya, our Kenya.

Why so disturbed within you?
Put your hope in God,
For you will yet rise again.

Though the earth tremble,

Let the moon fall from above.

I will never leave you nor forsake you, He says.

I love you my Kenya.

For you are my precious, my pride, my identity.

 

© Waliaula Lukamba Patricia 2012