NOT MUCH GOOD:

 NOT MUCH GOOD :

KAYJATTA
_________________Not much good
That monster has devoured her off-springs
And this is no post-partum depression
The strong men of the continent
With hands soaked in blood
Shoot , kill , and loot
All I see is naked power
No great leader
Development corrupted, traumatized
A primordial soup that begotten not
Politicians  blossom by the impure

Not much good
In the grip of Morpheus
I saw a shooting star out of orbit
And why shall man rest
Until the sun awash the creepy night
It might be true
Africa was great
The cradle of civilization
That Adam was African
But while I sit in my house of exile
All I see is the stench
Dependency and pestilence
knowledge rejected
Truth rounded-up, surrenders to falsehood
Fear trumps liberty
The Leviathan lives on 
And I slumber
And my people scrape the earth
Barely the crust

Not much good
The self-centered politician
Strangled the economy
The Lieutenant, oh the retired Colonel 
Set us ablaze
Mine like Soyinka's - a waste
When I look home-ward
All I see is a smoking gun- smouldering