By Loureen Alma
We, the young
Are restless metals
As the world tilts
Spinning like a coin on a cracked table
Democracy ni sauti ya watu
Lakini ni kama spirit ya Adolf Hitler from Germany, imeamka
Juu Mlango umefungwa, lakini insecurity inabisha hodi kama mgeni usiku
A world turned upside down is no prophecy
But ni onyo bigi sana imeandikwa in RED
Youths wakitumika kama mabouncers
For old fears of men in black suits
Wakati democracy imevaa mask
Na inclusion ikiwa slogan bila kiti kwa round table
Insecurity ikawa anthem ya taifa
Power speaks in borrowed voices
Wakitutafuta kwa mtaa
Na thao wakislide through our feeds
Kutufinya na Michele za haraka
“Ebu fanya kelele ukishout ‘Wantam’ “
Choma tile kwa street na uvunje madirisha za duka za hustle za watu
Kuspark up chaos
Our voices haziko kwa rent
Na ndoto zetu si currency made in dollars
We are the vote, the poem, the community
Na hatuko hapa kuwa fading hashtags after 24 hours
We stand at attention
With open palms and steady heartbeats
To turn the world right-side up
To put up a front that silence is the loudest noice with actions accompanying it
To build up where chaos tried to claim us
This fire that has sparks in it
That we are born with to make an historical change with this generation
Will not work as weapons of chaos
But architects of the new dawn
Democracy is not their but ours
And inclusion is not a favour but a fact
With the youths being the storm in the sunrise
And we are the youths
The change makers
Adios
LOUREEN ALMA
Changing the mindset
