By Dikizo the Poet
If wishes were horses, we would be a rolling stone gathering no moss,
But a People’s hopes have been ground to ashes, we live in a land with no laws,
Our priests preach of golden sunrises, yet young spirits yearn for open doors,
For mothers who labor without nurses, their pains are bulleted with more loss
For a National Anthem that chants a Prayer, our Nation’s soul is in tatters,
few lord over poor masses like Mayors, dealing and trading in personal matters,
their campaign promises brood like layers, how about bore holes for water?
So, We Say, Forget the Hardware, the Political Class is a wound that festers
Youth have identified the software issue, systems are run on unresponsive windows,
Unless a people’s lenses review, we shall never scrutinize our public heroes,
Our Katiba remains a wasted tissue, those words on parchment lost to winnows,
Tribal chants are laced with voodoo, our push for sovereignty a dream for morrow
So, We Say, Forget the Hardware, the Youth have identified the software issue,
We’ve sung of Rights, Justice and People Power, yet faced terror for computer misuse,
punctured bodies stripped in morgues bare, for claiming dignity and a rule of virtue,
State Capture indicates a greed worse for wear, Judiciary and Legislature paid for dues
Still, a People refuse to cave to waning tides of Dictatorship, and reign of brutality,
Modern-Day Mau Mau are unshaken by censorship, as they ache for Constitutionality,
The young and marginalized organize for Alternative Leadership, championing plurality:
So, Forget the Hardware in the mothership, the outdated software is the primary causality
